 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
II
O God, our Father, God!—Who gav'st us fire,
To rise above the sod,
To soar, aspire—
What though we strive and strive,
And all our soul says “live”?
Will not the scorn of men,
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Falcon it down with sneers,
As often in past years?
And, O sun-centered high,
Thou, too, who 'rt Poet,
Beneath Thy seeing sky
Each day new Keatses die,
Crying, “Why should we try!
That which we seek 's a lie!”—
Why is this so?—O why?—
Thou who dost know it!
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |