Friday, January 3, 2003

There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth Comments

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"There is no God," the wicked saith,
"And truly it's a blessing,
For what He might have done with us
It's better only guessing."
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Arthur Hugh Clough
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Ruta Mohapatra 08 November 2019

'And almost everyone when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him'............so beautifully expressed!

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Rajnish Manga 01 March 2017

Very impressive and highly philosophical. A question of faith examined from multiple points of view. Loved reading this poem. Thanks. I quote: Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God,

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Walterrean Salley 16 November 2016

(There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth - Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough.) And almost everyone when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him. When everything's going well, there are some who refuse God- cursing Him in unbelief. But when the tide changes as the winds of opposition blow and life becomes unbearable, those same troubled souls begin to call on Him.

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William Sherratt 29 March 2006

There's more to this poem than meets the eye. Young people tend to think they're immortal, then as they take life's knocks they become wiser and realise they're not.

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