Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Harold Monro . heneverly and indo without asleep . Like wax upon the water ; in all deep Unholy stagnant calm , I seem to have felt Him like a presence heavily asleep . To me He slumbers without scheme or form , Unheedingly and indolently calm : He never raised a wind , or quelled a storm , Or saved a shipwrecked mariner from harm . We go our ways . He sleeps ; I sail the sea : I never heard His voice however dim . If He exists , He never thinks of me , And so I scarcely ever think of Him . Of what avail to worship Him and sue , As men are wont in every land I' ve trod ; He cannot hear [ Andrea enters . Ah , comrade , what say you ? Henry . Aye , thou hast fought His battles — John . Who is God ? Andrea God is all action . It is He who cares For each man singly when the battle rolls . He loves us so He even counts our hairs . He keeps a special record of our souls . He guards the nations in adversity ; He sends them forth on their appointed ways . Fear Him ! He is the Lord of Hosts — and He Listens whenever anybody prays . He never sleeps , but watches day and night ; God is the God of thunder , not of thought : [ Dives enters . He draws His sword in every righteous fight Dives . Who ? 137