The Immortal Destiny of Man

A felonious assault upon the sense,

A body bruised and battered by the days

Aware that death remains the great offence

Troubled is the soul by Nature's ways.

One cannot comprehend the millions slain

Upon the altar of the 'good' and 'right',

The deep necessity of grief and pain,

Evil's triumph and the reign of night.

We cannot grasp the sole reality

Or know the working of a higher plan

That executes with supreme simplicity

The immortal destiny of man.