EVERY SHUILER IS CHRIST

Every shuiler is Christ, Then be not hard or cold: The bit that goes for Christ Will come a hundred-fold.

The ear upon your corn Will burst before its time; Your roots will yield a crop Without manure or lime.

And every sup you give To crutch him on his way. Will fill your churn with milk, And choke your barn with hay.

Then when the shuiler begs, Be neither hard nor cold; The share that goes for Christ Will come a hundred-fold.