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A QUERY,
We can only trust the wisdom, Of that Being, he who set,The great heart of nature throbbing, He who guides her pulses yet.
He who fashioned every leaflet, He who letteth fall the rain,He who holds each human life, In the hollow of His hand.Why then fret the present life, With questioning, and doubt and dread,Why contest in endless volumes, Of the soul-life of the dead.
He who fashioned human forms, In His own likeness great and fair,Surely we may trust the future, In His great infinite care.
Life is full of noble duties, That each one may find to do,Life is full of lives so saddened, That scarce a sunray pierceth through.Science in its march of progress, Needeth brain, and mind, and heart,Every back to its own burden, Is fitted, each to bear its part.If there be a bridge connecting, Earth and Heaven, there must be,Weeping in that land of glory, At the sins the angels see.
