Chapter 556 No.556

God, God!

With a child's voice I cry,

Weak, sad, confidingly-

God, God!

Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up

Unto Thy love, (as none of ours are) droop

As ours, o'er many a tear;

Thou knowest, though Thy universe is broad,

Two little tears suffice to cover all:

Thou knowest, Thou who art so prodigal

Of beauty, w