O THOU, who, high in heaven, <br />To man hast given <br />This clouded earthly life <br />All storm and strife, <br />Blasted with ice and fire, <br />Love and desire, <br />Filled with dead faith, and love <br />That change is master of-- <br /> <br />O Thou, who mightest have given <br />To all Thy heaven, <br />But who, instead, didst give <br />This life we live-- <br />Who feedest with blood and tears <br />The hungry years-- <br />I make one prayer to Thee, <br />O Great God! grant it me. <br /> <br />Some day when summer shows <br />Her leaf, her rose, <br />God, let Thy sinner lie <br />Under Thy sky, <br />And feel Thy sun's large grace <br />Upon his face; <br />Then grant him this, that he <br />May not believe in Thee!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-dispensation/
