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? 35 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. | |