Oh, will that day arrive
When I
shall ceaselessly ask – yea, drive
Eternal
questions into Thine ear,
O
Eternity ! and have solution
How weak
weeds grow and stand unbent,
Unshaken
‘neath the trampling current.
How the
storm wrecks titanic things;
Uproots
the trees,
And quick
disturbs the mighty seas.
