Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? <br />Is this the justice which on earth we find? <br />Is this that firm decree which all doth bind? <br />Are these your influences, Powers above? <br />Those souls, which vice's moody mists most blind, <br />Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove; <br />And they who thee, poor idol Virtue! love, <br />Ply like a feather tossed by storm and wind. <br />Ah! if a Providence doth sway this all, <br />Why should best minds groan under most distress? <br />Or why should pride humility make thrall, <br />And injuries the innocent oppress? <br />Heavens! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time <br />When good may have, as well as bad, their prime!<br /><br />William Henry Drummond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doth-then-the-world-go-thus/
