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:
Why should beasts of prey be suffered
To destroy the tender blade?
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.
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.