Classic Poem

Oh! life turmoil — to-day — to-morrow
Unfathomed thing thou wert and art:
In sight, in blindness, joy and sorrow
The wondrous Thomas plays his part.

Awhile behold him flesh-clothed spirit ,
He reaps and sows the allotted hours,
Would much bequeath, did much inherit,
Oh! help the helpless, heavenly powers.