Dear God, I call to thee,
Thou dost not hear;
Thou art so far from me,
Not ever near.
Thus cried the man unto
The void above,
As would provoke, and know
Of God his love.
Yet not an answer came
Back from the sky,
No solace; all the same
The man did cry.
Clouds filled the air with gloom
And night came on,
The world became a tomb
And day was done.
Now here the question is:
Did there next dawn
A day of life and bliss
Upon that lawn?
Did he, exhausted man
With sleep of death,
Feel life renewed? Began
Again his breath?
The dawn awoke; arose
The sun, alas!
To show but death’s repose
Upon the grass.