If You Would Help Another Man, You

Father, O Father! What Do We Here In This Land Of Unbelief And Fear?

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

And I Made A Rural Pen, And I Stained The Water Clear, And I Wrote My Happy Songs Every Child May Joy To Hear.

The Sick Rose O Rose, Thou Art Sick. The Invisible Worm That Flies In The Night In The Howling Storm Has Found Out Thy Bed Of Crimson Joy, And His Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.