Here you will find the Poem On Promising Fruitfulness of a Tree of poet John Bunyan
A comely sight indeed it is to see A world of blossoms on an apple-tree: Yet far more comely would this tree appear, If all its dainty blooms young apples were. But how much more might one upon it see, If all would hang there till they ripe should be. But most of all in beauty 'twould abound, If then none worm-eaten should there be found. But we, alas! do commonly behold Blooms fall apace, if mornings be but cold. They too, which hang till they young apples are, By blasting winds and vermin take despair, Store that do hang, while almost ripe, we see By blust'ring winds are shaken from the tree, So that of many, only some there be, That grow till they come to maturity. Comparison. This tree a perfect emblem is of those Which God doth plant, which in his garden grows, Its blasted blooms are motions unto good, Which chill affections do nip in the bud. Those little apples which yet blasted are, Show some good purposes, no good fruits bear. Those spoiled by vermin are to let us see, How good attempts by bad thoughts ruin'd be. Those which the wind blows down, while they are green, Show good works have by trials spoiled been. Those that abide, while ripe upon the tree, Show, in a good man, some ripe fruit will be. Behold then how abortive some fruits are, Which at the first most promising appear. The frost, the wind, the worm, with time doth show, There flows, from much appearance, works but few.