AN ADVENTURE WITH GOD

Farworse than pain,Unutterable wearinessOf blood and brain—Intolerable drearinessOf days God gave me.And I bethoughtThe first fresh flood of youth that rose to leave me,And how in those brave days—Virgin of lust and spot—I had forgotTo render any praise.Then, as I thus looked upward through the netWherein both soul and flesh lay cunningly caught,God (’twas like Springtime calling from the earthThe flowers to birth!)Smiled down and did restoreAll that I had before.

Farworse than pain,

Unutterable weariness

Of blood and brain—

Intolerable dreariness

Of days God gave me.

And I bethought

The first fresh flood of youth that rose to leave me,

And how in those brave days—

Virgin of lust and spot—

I had forgot

To render any praise.

Then, as I thus looked upward through the net

Wherein both soul and flesh lay cunningly caught,

God (’twas like Springtime calling from the earth

The flowers to birth!)

Smiled down and did restore

All that I had before.

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