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.