IF all the carts were painted gay, And all the streets swept clean, And all the children came to play By hollyhocks, with green Grasses to grow between, If all the houses looked as though Some heart were in their stones, If all the people that we know Were dressed in scarlet gowns, With feathers in their crowns, I think this gaiety would make A spiritual land. I think that holiness would take This laughter by the hand, Till both should understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN FAREWELL TO CYNTHIA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BOOK OF GOD by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |