the midday sun
What more does he want ? Have we not done our best ? Are we not doing it minute by minute , hour by hour , day by day ? From the morning and evening dews , from the glow of the midday sun , from the juices of the earth , from the breezes which freshen the air , even from clouds and rain , are we not taking in food and strength , warmth and life , refreshment and joy ; so that one day the valleys may laugh and sing , because the good seed hath brought forth abundantly ? Why does he not rejoice ? '' As before , however , of all they said the Master of the Harvest heard nothing ; and it never struck him to think of the young corn blades ' struggling life . Nay , once , when his wife asked him if the wheat was doing well , he answered , `` Very fairly , '' and nothing more .