Shall the Heaven in jealousy shake,
Living, if with all love could we make,
These mournful stories of us,
Our planet, a humane place;
For God's sake, if only could hope endure
As a spark a tiny as a mote,
If knowing heart could light
A lamp flashing of love,
And, purely ignited, could our minds awake,
A heart, perhaps, as vast and merciful as the universe,
could tire.
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