I liked the poem and the title. These days it's almost difficult to think in the affirmative. Then I remember that God is good. He alone keeps His promises. God bless.

"Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living."

So true now, in ways that Auden never predicted. Dead white guys ...