EVERY SHUILER IS CHRIST

By Joseph Campbell

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.