…from the quills of the dead white poets
Robert William Service (1874 – 1958)
I sought Him on the purple seas; I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His name; The wasted ways of earth I trod: In vain! In vain! I found not God. I sought him in the hives of men, The cities grand, the hamlets grey, The temples old beyond my ken, The tabernacles of to-day; All life that is, from cloud to clod I sought ... Alas! I found not God. Then after roaming far and wide, In streets and seas and deserts wild, I came to stand at last beside The death-bed of my little child. Lo! as I bent beneath the rod I raised my eyes … and there was God.