If eye has not seen nor ear ever heard
The things that God has prepared for His faithful,
Believe it: things that now serve our needs to fulfil
Demand the act of being grasped and procured;
By taking and killing are the means secured
For our good pleasure; and the overspill
Is violence; therefore needs we be subtle
In our pretence of peace, like a neighbourhood:
To count this a paradigm of how things are;
Though that child's cry nearby, persistent,
Corkscrews into one's bottle of content:
It ceases, one hopes and prays, forever.
But there are cries unheard, out of earshot,
And things unseen in heaven that trouble it not.