Oh, would that I could know if god is there,
Concern’ed with the cares of mortal men.
Who else produced this tender world and fair?
Who else with tempest does the heavens rend?
But can these things for him prove evidence,
When many other causes there could be?
What then of evil and of violence,
And what of the biggot’s imbicility?
If the world should be beneath his governance,
The world then is most vexed by his inconstancy.
Could the god of such a world be held so wise,
Who cannot from this sphere the evil drive?
But then who holds the stars up in the skies,
And who did put the beauty in man’s face?
What stings the heart of man when he tells lies,
Why else would men see thievery as base?
And why would I be comforted in prayer,
If the god that hears me is not there?
But if some one receives the prayers of men,
Why then do hunger and sickness still remain?
If some one hears, would he not answer them,
And give the children just a little grain?
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