The Human Cry, by William Wilsey Martin

The Human Cry

I The human lifts a wailing to be heard,
And clinging hands to clutch the dim Unknown
That draws forever back behind His throne
Who gives good gifts; but speaketh not a word. II The world grows old: still lifts the bitter breath:
Why? Tell us--Why? Behind our prison bars!
O Children! Are we wise? Hope crown'd with stars
Is ours--and Love that dieth not--and Death! - William Wilsey Martin

William Wilsey Martin