The Rebel

If I had clamoured at Thy Gate For gift of Life on Earth, And, thrusting through the souls that wait, Flung headlong into birth-- Even then, even then, for gin and snare About my pathway spread, Lord, I had mocked Thy thoughtful care Before I joined the Dead! But now?... I was beneath Thy Hand Ere yet the Planets came. And now--though Planets pass, I stand The witness to Thy Shame.