At morn the wise man walked abroad, <br /> Proud with the learning of great fools. <br />He laughed and said, ‘There is no God – <br /> ‘Tis force creates, ‘tis reason rules.’ <br /> <br />Meek with the wisdom of great faith, <br /> At night he knelt while angels smiled, <br />And wept and cried with anguished breath, <br /> ‘Jehovah, God, save Thou my child.’<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philosophy-2/
