Once, during a long season of drought, he was
walking through the fields, and found some little
beasts of prey making busy mischief among the
green corn; whereon he pertinently asked:
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Why should beasts of prey be suffered
To destroy the tender blade?
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Why should sweet and youthful blossoms
In the drought be left to fade?
Bring the pleasant showers refreshing,
That the grain may flourish soon;
Bring a shower the early morning,
Bring one more the afternoon.
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Jesus, turn the living rivers
O'er the dry and rocky land;
So make beautiful the corn-fields
With the blessings of Thy hand;
From the cool and crystal fountain
Give to him who fainting lies;
Who has toiled without a shelter
All the day 'neath burning skies.
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