DOWN IN THE COAL MINE

Grey River Argus, 3 June 1942, Page 7

DOWN IN THE COAL MINE

God, we don’t like to complain— We know that the mine is no larkBut —there’s the pools from the rain; But —there’s the cold and the dork

God, You don’t know what it isYou, in Your well-lighted sky, Watch the meteors whizz, Warm with the sun always by!

God, if You had but the moon Stuck in Your cap for a lamp, Even You’d tire of it soon, Down in the dark and the damp

Nothing but blackness above, And nothing that moves but the

cars; God, if You wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars.

—Louis Untermeyer