Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder - <br /> I check myself, and say, 'That mighty One <br />Who made the solar system cannot blunder - <br /> And for the best all things are being done.' <br />Who set the stars on their eternal courses <br /> Has fashioned this strange earth by come sure plan. <br />Bow low, bow low to those majestic forces, <br /> Nor dare to doubt their wisdom - puny man. <br /> <br />You cannot put one little star in motion, <br /> You cannot shape one single forest leaf, <br />Nor fling a mountain up, nor sink an ocean, <br /> Presumptuous pigmy, large with unbelief. <br />You cannot bring one dawn of regal splendour <br /> Nor bid the day to shadowy twilight fall, <br />Nor send the pale moon forth with radiance tender, <br /> And dare you doubt the One who has done all? <br /> <br />'So much is wrong, there is such pain - such sinning.' <br /> Yet look again - behold how much is right! <br />And He who formed the world from its beginning <br /> Knows how o guide it upward to the light. <br />Your task, O man, is not to carp and cavil <br /> At God's achievements, but with purpose strong <br />To cling to good, and turn away from evil - <br /> That is the way to help the world along.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/presumption/
