When Wisdom tells me that the world’s a speck <br />Lost on the shoreless blue of God’s To-Day... <br />I smile, and think, ‘For every man his way: <br />The world’s my ship, and I’m alone on deck!’ <br />And when he tells me that the world’s a spark <br />Lit in the whistling gloom of God’s To-Night... <br />I look within me to the edge of dark, <br />And dream, ‘The world’s my field, and I’m the lark, <br />Alone with upward song, alone with light!’<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-4/
