[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.]
God Knows Why.
God knows why
He planted cruel thorns about
The fragrance of the rose.
So ask me not; my own sad doubt
Doubts only not
God knows.
God knows why
He sowed His rarest jewels deep
In earth’s unlovely clay,
And to the lowest life that lives
Gave all His pearls away.
I know not — I —
But God knows why.
God knows why
He linked His holiest mystery
To instincts like the brutes;
And through God-given passions, He
Our God-likeness refutes.
I know not — I —
But surely — oh! but surely
God knows why.
Source:
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 72
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