“When the tide is low, every little shrimp has a puddle of his own; but when the tide comes in, every shrimp is caught up in the flood. Out of the farm country all the fences are visible in the winter time; but at harvest time the fences are hidden in the abundance of grain. When revival comes, every little shrimp rises out of his puddle, and all our dividing fences are lost in the harvest of blessing.