Natural Theology

 PRIMITIVE

I ate my fill of a whale that died
     And stranded after a month at sea. . . .
There is a pain in my inside.
     Why have the Gods afflicted me ?
Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
     Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
What is the sense of Religion and Faith ?
     Look how the Gods have afflicted me!

                         PAGAN

How can the skin of rat or mouse hold
     Anything more than a harmless flea ? . . .
The burning plague has taken my household.
     Why have my Gods afflicted me ?
All my kith and kin are deceased,
     Though they were as good as good could be.
I will out and batter the family priest,
     Because my Gods have afflicted me.

                       MEDIÆVAL

My privy and well drain into each other
     After the custom of Christendie. . . .
Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
     Why has the Lord afflicted me ?
The Saints are helpless for all I offer —
     So are the clergy I used to fee.
Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,
     Because the Lord has afflicted me.

                      MATERIAL

I run eight hundred hens to the acre.
     They die by dozens mysteriously. . . .
I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker.
     Why has the Lord afflicted me ?
What a return for all my endeavour —
     Not to mention the L. S. D.!
I am an atheist now and for ever,
     Because this God has afflicted me!

                    PROGRESSIVE

Money spent on an Army or Fleet
     Is homicidal lunacy. . . .
My son has been killed in the Mons retreat.
     Why is the Lord afflicting me ?
Why are murder, pillage and arson
     And rape allowed by the Deity ?
I will write to the Times, deriding our parson
     Because my God has afflicted me.

                    CHORUS

We had a kettle: we let it leak:
     Our not repairing it made it worse.
We haven’t had any tea for a week. . . .
     The bottom is out of the Universe!

                  CONCLUSION

This was none of the good Lord’s pleasure,
     For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;
But what comes after is measure for measure,
     And not a God that afflicteth thee.
As was the sowing so the reaping
     Is now and evermore shall be.
Thou art delivered to thy own keeping.
     Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!

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