Insoluble Problem, An

R HONA , 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.
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