God'S Works Are Good. This Truth To Prove Around The World I Need Not Move; I Do It By The Nearest Pumpkin. 'This Fruit So Large, On Vine So Small,' Surveying Once, Exclaim'D A Bumpkin - 'What Could He Mean Who Made Us All? He's Left This Pumpkin Out Of Place. If I Had Order'D In The Case, Upon That Oak It Should Have Hung - A Noble Fruit As Ever Swung To Grace A Tree So Firm And Strong. Indeed, It Was A Great Mistake, As This Discovery Teaches, That I Myself Did Not Partake His Counsels Whom My Curate Preaches. All Things Had Then In Order Come; This Acorn, For Example, Not Bigger Than My Thumb, Had Not Disgraced A Tree So Ample. The More I Think, The More I Wonder To See Outraged Proportion'S Laws, And That Without The Slightest Cause; God Surely Made An Awkward Blunder.' With Such Reflections Proudly Fraught, Our Sage Grew Tired Of Mighty Thought, And Threw Himself On Nature'S Lap, Beneath An Oak, - To Take His Nap. Plump On His Nose, By Lucky Hap, An Acorn Fell: He Waked, And In The Matted Beard That Graced His Chin, He Found The Cause Of Such A Bruise As Made Him Different Language Use. 'O! O!' He Cried; 'I Bleed! I Bleed! And This Is What Has Done The Deed! But, Truly, What Had Been My Fate, Had This Had Half A Pumpkin'S Weight! I See That God Had Reasons Good, And All His Works Well Understood.' Thus Home He Went In Humbler Mood.[1]