Dusk at Ur, I pray—Sun, rise again.

I pray throughout the course of a day,

For who knows whether the sun

Will rise, or lightning will not unseam,

Or clouds will fail to coalesce

Into rain; or it will rain and fail to cease raining?

I don't know, no one I know knows.

Under such circumstances, who 

Would not pray, who could be so bold,

So tempting of ill-fate? Who but Thomas. 

He does not pray, he doubts, and look,

He is doing fine, it makes a man wonder.

Or, he was doing fine, lightning 

Has left but a cinder. Thomas doubts no more.