Accidentally on Purpose by Robert Frost

The Universe is but the Thing of things,

The things but balls all going round in rings

Some of them mighty huge, some mighty tiny

All of them radiant and mighty shiny.

They mean to tell us all was rolling blind

Till accidentally it hit on mind

In an albino monkey in a jungle

And even then it had to grope and bungle

Till Darwin came to earth upon a year

To show the evolution how to steer

They mean to tell us, though, the Omnibus

had no real purpose till it got to us. 

Don’t you believe it. At the very worst

It must have had the purpose from the first

To produce purpose as the fitter bred:

We were just purpose coming to a head.

Whose purpose was it? His or Hers or Its?

Let’s leave that to the scientific wits.

Grant me intention, purpose, and design —

That’s near enough for me to the Divine.

And yet for all this help of head and brain

How happily instinctive we remain

Our best guide upward further to the light

Passionate preference such as love at sight.