And all our loves were true,
The stars that swing above us,
Would brighten in the blue.
If
cruel words were kisses,
And
every scowl a smile,
A
better world than this is,
Would
hardly be worth while.
If
purses would not tighten
To
meet a brother's need,
The
load we bear would lighten
Above
the grave of greed.
If
those who whine would whistle,
And
those who languish laugh,
The
rose would rout the thistle,
The
grain outrun the chaff.
If
hearts were only jolly,
If
grieving were forgot,
And
tears of melancholy
Were
things that now are not.
Then
love would kneel to duty,
And
all the world would seem
A
bridal bower of beauty,
A
dream within a dream.
If
men would cease to worry,
And
women cease to sigh,
And
all be glad to bury
Whatever
has to die.
If
neighbour speak to neighbour,
As
love demands of all,
The
rush would eat the sabre,
The
spear stay on the wall.
Then
every day would glisten,
And
every eye would shine,
And
God would pause to listen,
And
life would be divine.
Author Unknown