God Knows


MEN send their ships the eager things! 

To try their luck at sea, 

But none can tell, by note or count,

How many there may be. 

One turneth east, another south 

They never come again, 

And then we know they must have sunk, 

But neither how nor when.

God sends his happy birds abroad 

"They're less than ships," say we 

No moment passes but he knows

How many there should be. 

One buildeth high, another low,

With just a bird's light care 

If only one, perchance, doth fall,

God knoweth when and where.