Question

HELP Me Plz
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
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit,declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair
Inscrutable His ways are and immune
To catechism by a mind too strewn
With petty cares to slightly understand
What awful brain compels His awful hand
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing
To make a poet black and bid him sing