STRANGE are the ways of men, <br />And strange the ways of God! <br />We tread the mazy paths <br />That all our fathers trod. <br /> <br />We tread them undismayed, <br />And undismayed behold <br />The portents of the sky, <br />The things that were of old. <br /> <br />The fiery stars pursue <br />Their course in heav'n on high; <br />And round the 'leaguered town, <br />Crest-tossing heroes cry. <br /> <br />Crest-tossing heroes cry; <br />And martial fifes declare <br />How small, to mortal minds, <br />Is merely mortal care. <br /> <br />And to the clang of steel <br />And cry of piercing flute <br />Upon the azure peaks <br />A God shall plant his foot: <br /> <br />A God in arms shall stand, <br />And seeing wide and far <br />The green and golden earth, <br />The killing tide of war, <br /> <br />He, with uplifted arm, <br />Shall to the skies proclaim <br />The gleeful fate of man, <br />The noble road to fame!<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-are-the-ways-of-men/
