I know not in Whose hands are laid br To empty upon earth br From unsuspected ambuscade br The very Urns of Mirth; br br Who bids the Heavenly Lark arise br And cheer our solemn round-- br The Jest beheld with streaming eyes br And grovellings on the ground; br br Who joins the flats of Time and Chance br Behind the prey preferred, br And thrones on Shrieking Circumstance br The Sacredly Absurd, br br Till Laughter, voiceless through excess, br Waves mute appeal and sore, br Above the midriff's deep distress, br For breath to laugh once more. br br No creed hath dared to hail Him Lord, br No raptured choirs proclaim, br And Nature's strenuous Overword br Hath nowhere breathed His Name. br br Yet, it must be, on wayside jape, br The selfsame Power bestows br The selfsame power as went to shape br His Planet or His Rose.