Soul, dost thou shudder at the narrow tomb? <br /> Heart, dost thou dread to moulder in the dust— <br /> To meet the fate that all things mortal must, <br />Strength in its pride, and beauty in its bloom? <br />What have ye done to merit nobler doom? <br /> How used one life that ye for more should lust? <br /> Time in his course doth all things downward thrust: <br />The unborn generations wait for room! <br />Blind we were born, blind die: yet we must still <br /> Take God to task with Whither? Whence? and Why? <br />What if God, giving us our wish and will, <br /> Said, “Judge thyself” to each! Who dares reply? <br />He knows the end who made the perfect plan— <br /> Hell were too small if man were judged by man.<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-6/
