“Oh, stay your hand, revengeful God,
And let us all sleep where we lie!
You know that man is but a clod—
Was born to suffer and to die:
And life is but chaotic dreams;
With human love our one reward;
We drifted down life’s midnight streams
To stem the tide we found too hard.
“Oh, let us sleep, revengeful God,
Oblivion seems to fit us well;