Nature's Questioning

WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool,
  Field, flock, and lonely tree,
  All seem to look at me
  Like chastened children sitting silent in a school;

  Their faces dulled, constrained, and worn,
  As though the master's ways
  Through the long teaching days
  Their first terrestrial zest had chilled and overborne.

  And on them stirs, in lippings mere
  (As if once clear in call,
  But now scarce breathed at all)--
  "We wonder, ever wonder, why we find us here!

  "Has some Vast Imbecility,
  Mighty to build and blend,
  But impotent to tend,
  Framed us in jest, and left us now to hazardry?

  "Or come we of an Automaton
  Unconscious of our pains?...
  Or are we live remains
  Of Godhead dying downwards, brain and eye now gone?

  "Or is it that some high Plan betides,
  As yet not understood,
  Of Evil stormed by Good,
  We the Forlorn Hope over which Achievement strides?"

  Thus things around. No answerer I....
  Meanwhile the winds, and rains,
  And Earth's old glooms and pains
  Are still the same, and gladdest Life Death neighbors nigh.

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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, was a Scottish Minister, Moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland and Professor of Eccesiastical History at Edinburgh University. more…

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