An After-Flood Thought
That Egypt, Rome, and Greece
Of Past;
In the West
Is the newfound world
Of reason, affluence and power;
A dream in reality;
Is in reality a dream.
Now I agree with the silly-looking tales of the Muslim preachers,
And my maternal grands’;
Even can vanish in a wink.
It’s but a bitter truth,
And alas! There is nothing in the history,
In this whole world,
—undying and reliable.
And these storm, flood, volcanoes and quakes,
In sea or on earth,
Seem some sharp-minded agencies
Of some remote, remote, near God.
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