Up into the sky I stare; All the little stars I see; And I know that God is there O, how lonely He must be! Me, I laugh and leap all day, Till my head begins to nod; He's so great, He cannot play: I am glad I am not God. Poor kind God upon His throne, Up there in the sky so blue, Always, always all alone . . . "@3Please, dear God, I pity You.@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES MARCH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THESIS AND ANTITHESIS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH FOUR METRICAL EXPERIMENTS: 4. PINDARIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |