H .
O. Meredith .
I
haven 't what would
buy
a meal
To
feed
a
starving
louse ;
And
I must beg , or I must
steal ,
Or moulder
in
the House .
Will any kindly
clergyman
Explain
the
reason
why
God
set me here
to mar His
plan
Of
earth
and
sea
and
sky ?
** THERE
IS
A
CHAOS
THRONED
ABOVE
THE
THRONE .”
AST
night
the God
of bitter
dread
Who
shadowed
my
forgotten
years,
The God
I
struck
and left for
dead
When
hate
had
grown
above my fears ,
Came
drifting
back
from
farthest
space ,
From
ghosts
of
gods and
ghosts
of men ,
And found me
in
the haunted
place
Where he and I were
lonely
then .
So small
and
weak
he
looked
to me
I
said : “ Is this
the God
I knew
?
Is
this
the ancient
enemy
Whose
car
the
imps of horror
drew
?
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