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SAD QUESTIONING
Why is it so? O God!
The old old cry:
As in impatient youth,
So now, our years gone by,
When thy afflictive rod
Would teach us truth.
The old old cry:
As in impatient youth,
So now, our years gone by,
When thy afflictive rod
Would teach us truth.
Why is it so? O Power!
The rocks are bare
With wasting streams; our lives
Are wasted by despair:
In some far vale the flower
Of the future thrives.
The rocks are bare
With wasting streams; our lives
Are wasted by despair:
In some far vale the flower
Of the future thrives.
Why is it so? O God!
The old vain cry
That asketh thee to spare.
What is it that we die?
Green sod and then green sod
Thy way prepare.
The old vain cry
That asketh thee to spare.
What is it that we die?
Green sod and then green sod
Thy way prepare.
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