I have read this poem in my cousin's book.I like it and i am sharing it here. I forgot the poet's name.
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the facts stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe,
And out of the mist and murk
Another truth stands plain;
It is in my power,each day and hour,
To add to its joy or pain.
I know that the earth exists,
It is none of my business why;
I cannot find out what it's all about,
I would but waste time to try,
My life is a brief,brief thing,
I am here for a little space;
And while I stay I would like,if I may,
To brighten and better the place.
The trouble,I think, with us all
Is the lack of a high conceit.
I each man thought he was sent to his,
To make it a bit more sweet.
Cease wondering why you came,
Stop looking for faults and flaws;
Rise up today in your pride and say;
I am part of the first great cause!
However full the world.
There is room for earnest man.
It had need of me,or I would not be;
I am here to strengthen the plan.
Book Review: The Weary Generations
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