Zeb at the Meetinghouse

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    I’m Zeb, a Pilgrim boy.
    I thank Thee, Lord, for fun and joy.
    I thank Thee for the sun that made
    Our corn grow tall, and for the shade
    Where hickory nuts fall, hard and round,
    And for the streams where fish are found.
    I thank Thee too that we will eat
    A feast today of bread and meat.
    And if it could just be Thy will,
    Please make the speakers soon be still;
    Then we could all—from great to least—
    Go up and gather for the feast.
    But if more preaching pleases Thee,
    Then think no more of hungry me!

    [illustration] Illustrated by Phyllis Luch