Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

The Quest

I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant trees
And canyons lone I called His name;
The wasted ways of earth I trod:
In vain! In vain! I found not God.

I sought Him in the hives of men,
The cities grand, the hamlets gray,
The temples old beyond my ken,
The tabernacles of to-day;
All life that is, from cloud to clod
I sought... Alas! I found not God.

Then after roamings far and wide,
In streets and seas and deserts wild,
I came to stand at last beside
The death-bed of my little child.
Lo! as I bent beneath the rod
I raised my eyes... and there was God.

1. Prelude (In youth I gnawed life's bitter rind)
2. Freethinker
3. Prelude (To smite Apollo's lyre I am unable)
4. The Search (Happiness, a-roving round)
5. Old Codger

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Quest ("A Knight rides forth upon a Quest")

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