At morn the wise man walked abroad, Proud with the learning of great fools. He laughed and said, "There is no God -- 'T is force creates, 't is reason rules." Meek with the wisdom of great faith, At night he knelt while angels smiled, And wept and cried with anguished breath, "Jehovah, @3God,@1 save thou my child." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN SEAT by THOMAS HARDY THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN THE BAREFOOT BOY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TOUCHSTONE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |