Scattering plenty o’er the land.
Man himself, the food destroyer,
Spurns and wastes the bounties given;
Turns to famine God’s abundance,
Robs his brothers, blasphemes heaven.
Don’t say that this is fearful,
Killing men and burning corn;
War is raging here among us,
Day and night, and eve and morn.
Noiselessly and never ending,