Said I: “See yon vast heaven shine,–
What earthly sight diviner?
Before such radiant Design
Why doubt Designer?”
Said he: “Design is just a thought
In human cerebration,
And meaningless if Man is not
Part of creation.
“But grant Design,–we may imply
The job took toil aplenty;
Then why one sole designer, why
Not ten or twenty.
“But should there be one Source supreme
Of matter and of motion,
Why mould it like our man-machine
For daft devotion?”
Said I: “You may be right or wrong,
I’ll seek not to discover . . .
I listen to yon starry song,–
Still, still God’s lover.”
