Up into the sky I stare; All the little stars I see; And I know that God is there O, how lonely He must be! Me, I laugh and leap all day, Till my head begins to nod; He's so great, He cannot play: I am glad I am not God. Poor kind God upon His throne, Up there in the sky so blue, Always, always all alone . . . "@3Please, dear God, I pity You.@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER CHRISTMAS AFTER WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 71 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ADDRESS TO HIS NATIVE VALE by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD TO A MISSIONARY, WHO ATTENDED ... MEETING OF BIBLE SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |