XI.

"But, no!" say the children, weeping faster, "He is speechless as a stone: And they tell us, of His image is the master Who commands us to work on. Go to!" say the children,--"up in Heaven, Dark, wheel-like, turning clouds are all we find. Do not mock us; grief has made us unbelieving: We look up for God, but tears have made us blind." Do you hear the children weeping and disproving, O my brothers, what ye preach? For God's possible is taught by His world's loving, And the children doubt of each.