THERE IS NO GOD
THERE is no God! If one should stand at noonWhere the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays,Where earth is gladdened by the cordial raysAnd blossoms answering, where the calm lagoonGives back the brightness of the heart of June,And he should say: "There is no sun"—the day'sFair show still round him,—should we lose the blazeAnd warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon?Nay, there would be one word, one only thought,"The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scornWould rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind.Wefeel, andsee, and thereforeknow,—the mornWith blush of youth ne'er left us till it broughtPromise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!"
THERE is no God! If one should stand at noonWhere the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays,Where earth is gladdened by the cordial raysAnd blossoms answering, where the calm lagoonGives back the brightness of the heart of June,And he should say: "There is no sun"—the day'sFair show still round him,—should we lose the blazeAnd warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon?Nay, there would be one word, one only thought,"The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scornWould rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind.Wefeel, andsee, and thereforeknow,—the mornWith blush of youth ne'er left us till it broughtPromise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!"
THERE is no God! If one should stand at noonWhere the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays,Where earth is gladdened by the cordial raysAnd blossoms answering, where the calm lagoonGives back the brightness of the heart of June,And he should say: "There is no sun"—the day'sFair show still round him,—should we lose the blazeAnd warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon?
THERE is no God! If one should stand at noon
Where the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays,
Where earth is gladdened by the cordial rays
And blossoms answering, where the calm lagoon
Gives back the brightness of the heart of June,
And he should say: "There is no sun"—the day's
Fair show still round him,—should we lose the blaze
And warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon?
Nay, there would be one word, one only thought,"The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scornWould rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind.Wefeel, andsee, and thereforeknow,—the mornWith blush of youth ne'er left us till it broughtPromise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!"
Nay, there would be one word, one only thought,
"The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scorn
Would rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind.
Wefeel, andsee, and thereforeknow,—the morn
With blush of youth ne'er left us till it brought
Promise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!"