Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man,
How angrily thou spurn'st all simpler fare!
'Christ,' some one says, 'was human as we are;
No judge eyes us from Heaven, our sin to scan;
We live no more when we have done our span.'--
'Well, then, for Christ,' thou answerest, 'who can care?
From sin, which Heaven records not, why forbear?
Live we like brutes our life without a plan!'
So answerest thou; but why not rather say,
'Hath man no second life?--Pitch this one high!
Sits there no judge in Heaven our sin to see?--
More strictly, then, the inward judge obey!
Was Christ a man like us?--Ah! let us try
If we then, too, can be such men as he!'
I felt it through my spine... I have fondness for reading a poem like this cause its no ordinary its one of a kind and inspiring for poets like me whos young and a bigener
The greatest gift to Rugby School, a fine scholar and poet. This poem expresses the great dilemma as Rajnish has said and is beautifully expressed. Tom Billsborough
Matthew Arnold has said that Poetry is the criticism of life! This poem is a perfect example of his famous saying!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This wonderful poem deals with the philosophical dilemma about whether a supreme heavenly power judging the good and bad deeds of all human beings does exist or not. An eternal question answered by the great poet quite rationally. This shows the depth of Arnold's observation.