I sometimes wonder if the Mighty God Cares aught about the little deeds of men; And if their day and time can reach His ken Or raise their breath beyond the hungry sod. Does He who lightly holds th' eternal rod, Now taut, now loose, the threads of Why and When, Give passing heed—or be they one or ten— To one-time flesh but now the wind-blown clod? If men can die who never yet knew life, And, smiling, hold it is no strange affair; Or live when death were welcome boon of strife, Torn, broken sheaves the ghostly reapers spare; The saints must grieve for earthly sorrows rife, And God must heed, yea surely, God must care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA IN THE VANGUARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY |