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If Love were king,
That sacred Love which knows not selfish pleasure,
But for its children spends its fondest treasure,
          Sad hearts would sing,
And all the hosts of misery and wrong
Forget their anguish in the happy song
          That joy would bring.

          If Love were king,
Gaunt wickedness would hide his loathsome features,
And virtue would to all the world’s sad creatures
          Her treasures fling;
Till drooping souls would rise above their fate,
And find sweet flowers for all the desolate
          And sorrowing.

          If Love were king,
Before the scepter of his might should vanish
Toil’s curse and care, and happiness should banish
          Want’s awful sting;
While laughing plenty from sweet hands would throw
Delightful raptures over all below,
          And gladness bring.

          If Love were king,
The nations would eternal sunshine borrow,
And conquer all the heavy clouds of sorrow
          And every thing
That binds the race in groans and agony;
Life’s changing seasons would forever be
          Unvaried spring.

          If Love were king!
O, broken feet that wander worn and weary
Beneath the crags and awful mountains dreary,
          With rapture cling
Your anguished arms about him; drink delight
Upon his perfect bosom soft and white
          And comforting!