At morn the wise man walked abroad,
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, ‘There is no God —
‘Tis force creates, ’tis reason rules.’
Meek with the wisdom of great faith,
At night he knelt while angels smiled,
And wept and cried with anguished breath,
‘Jehovah, God, save Thou my child.’
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I believe that this poem is about a person who’s child is very much in trouble or ill, so they pray to God with all their heart to save their child. But, I beleive that their prayers so far have been left unanswered and they have become bitter. so now they roam around trying to believe that since he has not answered their prayers they decide that there mustn’t be a God. But the person still wants to believe that maybe there is a God and that he will help the child.