Sonnet: Dirge Or Anthem?

The String of Life when God cuts premature, For Bards young who had burnt their midnight-oil, Angered I feel at God’s cruel nature, Is this His earthly reward for their toil? Hit by disease and utter poverty, In vain they’d struggled for mere existence; Deserving though ne’er came prosperity; They were given the earthly death-sentence! Why hast Thou been God, so cruel to them? If only they were allowed to live long, My Dirge should have been turned into Anthem; This would have become my most joyous song. But wait, perhaps thou didst do what was best; Rebuke God not; He gives at times men test!