It's easy to invent a Life—
God does it—every Day—
Creation—but the Gambol
Of His Authority—
It's easy to efface it—
The thrifty Deity
Could scarce afford Eternity
To Spontaneity—
The Perished Patterns murmur—
But His Perturbless Plan
Proceed—inserting Here—a Sun—
There—leaving out a Man—