The past , death and pain are not acts of God,
But of law-breaking man,
Who therefore lives in dread
And sensing evil, wants oblivion !
But is he not like a child in a dray
Crying, "Oh, look, the oak's
Disappearing in the wood...",
While the oak's still and the child's borne away ?
The past is now - though somewhat far :
Behind the dray a village barn,
And not something somewhere
Never seen by man!...
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