Egocentric


What care I if good God be 
If he be not good to me,  
If he will not hear my cry 
Nor heed my melancholy midnight sigh?   
What care I if he created Lamb,  
And golden Lion, and mud-delighting Clam,   
And Tiger stepping out on padded toe,  
And the fecund earth the Blindworms know?   
He made the Sun, the Moon and every Star,   
He made the infant Owl and the Baboon,  
He made the ruby-orbed Pelican,  
He made all silent inhumanity,  
Nescient and quiescent to his will,   
Unquickened by the questing conscious flame  
That is my glory and my bitter bane. 
What care I if Skies are blue,   
If God created Gnat and Gnu,   
What care I if good God be 
If he be not good to me?