Author Norman Gale God with His million cares—Went to the left or right,Leaving our world; and the dayGrew night.Back from a sphere He came—Over a starry lawn,Looked at our world; and the dark Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments