And shield the poor from winter's cold. The vapors, which from us ascend, The vapors, which from us ascend, To vegetation are a friend;— To vegetation are a friend;— In dew they soon descend again, In dew they soon descend again, Or fall in fruitful showers of rain. Or fall in fruitful showers of rain. Were there no brooks, there'd be no bread— Were there no brooks, there'd be no bread— Then tell me, how could man be fed? Then tell me, how could man be fed?