Design

Said Seeker of the skies to me: "Behold yon starry host ashine! When Heaven's harmony you see How can you doubt control divine, Law, order and design?" "Nay, Sire," said I, "I do not doubt The spheres in cosmic pattern spin; But what I try to puzzle out Is that--if Law and Order win Where does mere man come in? "If to the millionth of a hair Cause and Effect are welded true, Then there's no leeway anywhere, And all we do we have to do, And sun and atom too." O Stars, sing in your harmony! O Constellations raptly shine! Flout me because I am not free, Mock me because no choice is mine! O Beauty, it so hurts to see! --O damnable Design!