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...ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE ON A GRAVE IN THE FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CORNELIA'S REPLY by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER MENDHAM by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE UPON TWO GREENE APRICOCKES SENT TO COWLEY BY SIR CRASHAW by RICHARD CRASHAW |