If thou would’st right the world If thou would’st right theworld, And banish all its evils and its woes, Make its wild places bloom, And its drear deserts blossom as the rose,— Then right thyself. If thou would’st turn the world From its long, lone captivity in sin, Restore all broken hearts, Slay grief, and let sweet consolation in, — Turn thou thyself. It thou would’st cure the world Of its long sickness, end its grief and pain, Bring in all-healing Joy, And give to the afflicted rest again,— Then cure thyself. If thou would’st wake the world Out of its dream of death and dark’ning strife,
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