@3The God of Love, ah Benedicite, How mighty and how gret a Lord is He!@1 CHAUCER. No God is left us to adore, Or sin to lay the lash on; Agnostics flourish more and more, And worship's out of fashion. This is the sort of thing you hear Your neighbours often saying; And some of them are glad, I fear, To shirk the task of praying. But poor and rich, and great and small, And clever folks and stupid, Agnostics, too, indeed, and all, Still own the sway of Cupid. And so whatever people say— The stupid folks or clever— There yet is left a God to-day Omnipotent as ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SELF-INTERROGATION by EMILY JANE BRONTE SONNET TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT ... MY INFANT TO ME by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE |