Classic Poem

So we have come to life, it seems,
And would escape the consequence;
And many men, with many schemes,
Would tell us how and why and whence;
Good friends, I do you reverence,
But weary of your subtleties:
I only pray, when we go hence,
God will put us all at ease.

Maybe some Jack-o'-Lantern gleams
Across the swamp of my offence;
Maybe too high my heart esteems
God's ultimate benevolence;
Of knowledge I make no pretence,
My one religion's been to please,
But this I hold in confidence:
God will put us all at ease.

By night more faith I have in dreams
Than ever by day in common-sense;
And there's more of night than day meseems,
And weird deeps beyond science
To test our wee intelligence
And little glow-worm theories:
At night I think, for recompense,
God will put us all at ease.

Brother, I find some evidence,
Despite our many miseries,
That after life's last negligence
God will put us all at ease.