God,
we don’t like to complain!
We know that the mine is no lark. But—there’s
the pools from the rain! But—there’s the cold and the dark. God,
You don’t know what it is— You, in Your well-lighted sky— Watching
the meteors whizz! Warm, with a sun always by. God,
if You had but the moon Stuck in Your cap for a lamp, Even
You’d tire of it soon, Down in the dark and the damp. Nothing
but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars. God,
if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars! |
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