 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
45
WILL
“Oh, living will, that shalt endure.”
We strive to will the right; but what's our will?
A die whose casts we nickname good or ill,
Loaded by fate—a tendency, a taint,
Which Fate has dealt us. This with all her skill
Does Science prove: and this is man's complaint:
‘Sinning, an idiot conscience stabs me still,
Which yet has no one blessing for restraint.’
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |