You who desired so much - in vain to ask - Yet fed your hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest - Achieved that stillness ultimately best, Being, of all, least sought for ?...

Life is not easy...Or ?

'There is no God,' the wicked saith,
'And truly it's a blessing,
For what he might have done with us
It's better only guessing.'

'There is no God,' a youngster thinks,
'Or really, if there may be,
He surely didn't mean a man
Always to be a baby.'

Baby, baby,
'There is no God, or if there is,'
The tradesman thinks, "t were funny
If he should take it ill in me
To make a little money.'

'Whether there be, 'the rich man says,
'It matters very little,
For I and mine, thank somebody,
Are not in want of victual'.

Some others, also to themselves
Who scarce so much as doubt it,
Think there is none, when they are well,
And do not think about it.