I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
He begins humbly, noting that he accepts the view of God’s benevolence. Later, and particularly when he arrives at the crucial “Yet” near the end of the poem, however, he does appear to express some uncertainty about God’s decisions. 
