O Mountain Peak of a God

FATHER, if Thou imperturbable art,
Passive as these, lords of a lonely land—
If, having laboured, Thou must sit apart —
If having once open'd the Void, and planned
This tragedy, Thou must impassive stand
Spectator of the scenic flow of things,
Then I— a drop of dew, a grain of sand —
Pity Thy lot, poor palsied King of Kings.
Better to fail and fail, to shriek and shriek,
Better to break, like any Wave, and go,—
Impotent godhead, let Thy slave be weak! —
Yea, do not freeze my Soul, but let it flow—
On, wherefore call to Thee, a mountain Peak
Impassive, beautiful, serene with snow?