These lads to gain the fruit must shake the tree,
Good reader, mark the lesson writ for thee!
If from the tree of promis'd mercy thou
Wouldst win the good which loadeth every bough,
Then urge the promise well with pleading cries,
Move heaven itself with vehemence of sighs;
Soon shall celestial fruit thy toil repay: 'Tis ripe, and waits for him who loves to pray.
What if thou fail at first, yet give not o'er,
Bestir thyself to labour more and more;
Enlist a brother's sympathetic knee,
The tree will drop its fruit when Iwo agree
Entreat the Holy Ghost t give thee power,
Then shall the fruit descend in joyful shower.