John Presland, The Deluge, and Other Poems
“ For the gloom that, surrounding, made it rare; And God in His wisdom said: "Of my handiwork but the human soul Can suffer the laws of change, That only errs from my set control, And takes in pleasure, and pays in toll, The whole of its passion's range. "But who shall judge or who condemn This work that my hands have made, For the thread that here appears a gem, —So have I mingled and twisted them— Is there the gleam of a blade? "Nor evil nor good exists for me, As I mingle strand with strand ”
