The Same Old Baffling Questions! O My Friend, I Cannot Answer Them. In Vain I Send My Soul Into The Dark, Where Never Burn The Lamps Of Science, Nor The Natural Light Of Reason'S Sun And Stars! I Cannot Learn Their Great And Solemn Meanings, Nor Discern The Awful Secrets Of The Eyes Which Turn Evermore On Us Through The Day And Night With Silent Challenge And A Dumb Demand, Proffering The Riddles Of The Dread Unknown, Like The Calm Sphinxes, With Their Eyes Of Stone, Questioning The Centuries From Their Veils Of Sand! I Have No Answer For Myself Or Thee, Save That I Learned Beside My Mother'S Knee; "All Is Of God That Is, And Is To Be; And God Is Good." Let This Suffice Us Still, Resting In Childlike Trust Upon His Will Who Moves To His Great Ends Unthwarted By The Ill.