I did not argue with the man, <br /> It seemed a waste of words. <br />He gave to chance the wondrous plan <br /> That gave sweet song to birds. <br /> <br />He gave to force the wisdom wise <br /> That shaped the honeybee, <br />And made the useful butterflies <br /> So beautiful to see. <br /> <br />And as we walked 'neath splendid trees <br /> Which cast a friendly shade, <br />He said: 'Such miracles as these <br /> By accident were made.' <br /> <br />Too well I know what accident <br /> And chance and force disclose <br />To think blind fury could invent <br /> The beauty of a rose. <br /> <br />I let him talk and answered not. <br /> I merely thought it odd <br />That he could view a garden plot <br /> And not believe in God.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-59/
