“Zeb at the Meetinghouse,” Friend, Nov. 1972, inside back cover
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!