Classic Poem

" Who are you and whence do you come? "
I will not and cannot reply,
I am no man's son and I have no home,
No son shall I leave when I die.
A stranger from far am I.

" What's your religion, what is your creed? "
I only know this: I know naught.
And if I have missed the right path, indeed
My error I 've never been taught.
But God first and last I have sought.

" How is your life? " It is storm and pain,
A hard, endless battle-drive;
A glow that is quenched, a hope made vain,
And clouds that with sunbeams strive.
But still I am glad I 'm alive.