Though millions tear-dimmed wait its dawning;
A theme divine, in doubt distressing,
A curse to some, to more a blessing;
Where life began—and where it ceases?
The more we think the light decreases.
Conflicting doubts half smother reason,
Which complicates with age and season,
Until, with aching brain confessing,
The greatest sage returns to guessing.
Happy that simple-hearted creature