An Insoluble Problem

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An Insoluble Problem

RHONA, as yet a tiny mite

Not three years old, looked up to-night

At the resplendent heavens, and said:

"What are 'ose 'tars for?"

Little maid,

I cannot tell, I ne'er have known—

Not being God upon His throne.

Title
An Insoluble Problem
Identifier
greatwar_watsonretro042
Item sets
Retrogression and Other Poems
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