Honey-Dew

Narrator: Chris Genthree
 •  1 min. read  •  grade level: 5
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I have sometimes been in a place where the very air seemed to be charged with the breath of God, like the moisture in the air. I remember one time as I went through the woods near Mount Hermon school I heard bees, and asked what it meant.
“Oh,” said one of the men, “they are after the honey-dew.”
“What is that?” I asked.
He took a chestnut leaf and told me to put my tongue to it. I did so, and the taste was sweet as honey. Upon inquiry I found that all up and down the Connecticut valley what they call “honey-dew” had fallen, so that there must have been altogether hundreds of tons of honey-dew in this region. Where it comes from I don’t know.
Do you suppose that this earth would be worth living on if it were not for the dew and the rain? So a believer that hasn’t any of the dew of heaven, any of the rain that comes down in showers, will be as barren as the earth would be without the dew and rain.