HAD I the power that have the will,

The enfeebled will — a modern curse —

This book of mine should blossom still

A perfect garden-ground of verse.

White placid¹ marble gods should keep

Good watch in every shadowy lawn;

And from clean, easy-breathing sleep

The birds should waken me at dawn.

— A fairy garden; — none the less

Throughout these gracious paths of mine

All day there should be free access

For stricken hearts and lives that pine;

And by the folded lawns all day —

No idle gods for such a land —

All active Love should take its way

With active Labour hand in hand.

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