So are we pieces in a game Divine?
Like chess pieces which on a board recline
Moved here and there by Powers from without
In complex patterns mortals can’t untwine?
Are we but shadow-puppets in a show
Put on to entertain the Spirits so –
Lit up by luminescence for an hour
And then extinguished as the patrons go?
Is Life to learn whatever’s good to learn?
And having learnt – to action shall we turn?
Will God approve our doings and our thoughts
Although what’s bad and useless He shall spurn?