“WHAT IS MAN THAT THOU ART MINDFUL OF HIM?”

O man with all thy knowledge, Dost know what brought thee here? Dost know the law of living? To die is not more drear Than living on uncertain Of what the future state. Is death annihilation? Is it to be our fate? O th’ myst’ry of our coming! From what were we evolved? O th’ myst’ry of our going! Will it be ever solved? We’re filled with dark forebodings, We know not what our end. Is there a power that governs? If so, we to it bend. Shall we e’er know the myst’ries, The problems that we meet At every stage of living; With fear we e’er them greet. What may be in the future? The present we deplore. The past hath been a failure, With shadows e’er before. An angel heard my questions, And sorrowed at my fears. “O know that God is mindful Of man; though it appears That man is aye complaining, Not trusting to the Power That gave to him existence, And blessings on him shower.”