THE WORLD did say to me,
-My bread thou shalt not eat,
I have no place for thee
In house nor field nor street.
-I have on land nor sea
For thee nor home nor bread,
I scarce can give to thee
A grave when thou art dead.-
-O crazy World,- said I,
-What is it thou canst give,
Which wanting, I must die,
Or having, I shall live?
-When thou thy all hast spent,
And all thy harvests cease,
I still have nutriment
That groweth by decrease.
-Thy streets will pass away,
Thy towers of steel be rust,
Thy heights to plains decay,
Thyself be wandering dust;
-But I go ever on
From prime to endless prime,
I sit on Being-s throne,
A lord o-er space and time.
-Then, crazy World,- said I,
-What is it thou canst give,
Which wanting, I must die,
Or having, I shall live?-
The Crazy World
William Gay
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