We have no right to the stars, <br />Nor the homesick moon, <br />Nor the clouds edged with gold <br />In the centre of the long blueness. <br /> <br />We have no right to anything <br />But the old and withered earth <br />That is all in chaos <br />At the centre of God's glory.<br /><br />Ellis Humphrey Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-black-spot/
