HOLY parables discarding, And each guess, however pious, To these awful questions plainly Seek with answers to supply us: -- Wherefore bends the Just One, bleeding 'Neath the cross's weight laborious, While upon his steed the Wicked Rides all-proudly and victorious? Wherein lies the fault? It is not That our God is not almighty? Or hath he himself offended? -- Such a thought seems wild and flighty. Thus are we for ever asking, Till at length our mouths securely With a clod of earth are fasten'd, -- That is not an answer, surely? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE HONEYSUCKLE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE NIGHT SONG by MARY DELL ALLEN NETLEY ABBEY; A LEGEND OF HAMPSHIRE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |