Lord! what a busy, restless thing Hast thou made man? Each day, and hour he is on wing, Rests not a span; Then having lost the Sun, and light By clouds surpris'd He keeps a Commerce in the night With air disguis'd; Hadst thou given to this active dust A state untir'd, The lost Son had not left the husk Nor home desir'd; That was thy secret, and it is Thy mercy too, For when all fails to bring to bliss, Then, this must do.Lord, what is man? Why should he cost Thee So dear? What had this ruin lost Thee? Lord, what is man, th Ah! Lord! and what a Purchase will that be To take us sick, that sound would not take thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) THE CAUSE WON by VINCENT BOURNE ON COMMISSARY GOLDIE'S BRAINS by ROBERT BURNS SHABBY OLD DAD by ANNE CAMPBELL |