There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth

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"There is no God," the wicked saith,
"And truly it's a blessing,
For what He might have done with us
It's better only guessing."

"There is no God," a youngster thinks,
"or really, if there may be,
He surely did not mean a man
Always to be a baby."

"There is no God, or if there is,"
The tradesman thinks, "'twere funny
If He should take it ill in me
To make a little money."

"Whether there be," the rich man says,
"It matters very little,
For I and mine, thank somebody,
Are not in want of victual."

Some others, also, to themselves,
Who scarce so much as doubt it,
Think there is none, when they are well,
And do not think about it.

But country folks who live beneath
The shadow of the steeple;
The parson and the parson's wife,
And mostly married people;

Youths green and happy in first love,
So thankful for illusion;
And men caught out in what the world
Calls guilt, in first confusion;

And almost everyone when age,
Disease, or sorrows strike him,
Inclines to think there is a God,
Or something very like Him.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruta Mohapatra 08 November 2019

'And almost everyone when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him'............so beautifully expressed!

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Rajnish Manga 01 March 2017

Very impressive and highly philosophical. A question of faith examined from multiple points of view. Loved reading this poem. Thanks. I quote: Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God,

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Walterrean Salley 16 November 2016

(There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth - Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough.) And almost everyone when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him. When everything's going well, there are some who refuse God- cursing Him in unbelief. But when the tide changes as the winds of opposition blow and life becomes unbearable, those same troubled souls begin to call on Him.

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William Sherratt 29 March 2006

There's more to this poem than meets the eye. Young people tend to think they're immortal, then as they take life's knocks they become wiser and realise they're not.

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