I saw a slowly stepping train-- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar-- Following in files across a twilit plain A strange and mystic form the foremost bore the development of the conception of God through human history is presented with skill in concision. He was man-like at first, then an amorphous cloud, then endowed with mighty wings, then jealous, fierce, yet long-suffering and full of mercy. And, tricked by our own early dream And need of solace, we grew self-deceived, Our making soon our maker did we dream, And what we had imagined we believed. Till, in Time's stayless stealthy swing, Uncompromising rude reality Mangled the Monarch of our fashioning, Who quavered, sank; and now has ceased to be. Among the mourners is no less a person than the poet himself, for in former years--perhaps as a boy--he, too, had worshipped, and therefore he has no touch of contempt for those who still believe. I could not prop their faith: and yet Many I had known: with all I sympathized; And though struck speechless, I did not forget That what was mourned for, I, too, once had prized. In the next stanza, the poet's oft-expressed belief in the wholesome, antiseptic power of pessimism is reiterated, together with a hint, that when we have once and for all put God in His grave, some better way of bearing life's burden will be found, because the new way will be based upon hard fact. Still, how to bear such loss I deemed The insistent question for each animate mind, And gazing, to my growing sight there seemed A pale yet positive gleam low down behind, Whereof, to lift the general night, A certain few who stood aloof had said, "See you upon the horizon that small light-- Swelling somewhat?" Each mourner shook his head. And they composed a crowd of whom Some were right good, and many nigh the best.... Thus dazed and puzzled 'twixt the gleam and gloom Mechanically I followed with the rest. This pale gleam takes on a more vivid hue in a poem written shortly after _God's Funeral_, called _A Plaint to Man_, where God remonstrates with man for having created Him at all, since His life was to be so short and so futile: And tomorrow the whole of me disappears, The truth should be told, and the fact he faced That had best been faced in earlier years: The fact of life with dependence placed On the human heart's resource alone, In brotherhood bonded close and graced With loving-kindness fully blown, And visioned help unsought, unknown.