I br br    "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - br    Since Life has ceased to be br    Upon this globe, now cold br    As lunar land and sea, br And humankind, and fowl, and fur br    Are gone eternally, br All is the same to Thee as ere br    They knew mortality." br br II br br "O Time," replied the Lord, br    "Thou read'st me ill, I ween; br Were all THE SAME, I should not grieve br    At that late earthly scene, br Now blestly past--though planned by me br    With interest close and keen! - br Nay, nay: things now are NOT the same br    As they have earlier been. br br III br br    "Written indelibly br    On my eternal mind br    Are all the wrongs endured br    By Earth's poor patient kind, br Which my too oft unconscious hand br    Let enter undesigned.