"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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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,
(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.
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.
'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!