Why should I question? Wherefore should I
strive?
Man was made thus, to fail and creep away;
Thus was Man made, and there is naught to say."
Oh, I was weak, and blind with too much pain,
Bankrupt and blind, all feeble in my tread;
Would I might touch one friendly hand again—
Find love to rid me of this too much pain."
I spoke in fear, and knew not what I said,
Thought not of anguish hands of love must share,