C. JACOB
If I were gifted with a
sweet tongue,
I’d lull the weary world
with a song;
If I were gifted with
more wisdom,
I’d give all men a
better kingdom.
I’d preach all men a
better moral,
And make them feel they
are all equal;
I put a light of hope in
each mind
Till the brief wick is
burnt till the end.
If I have got the art of
writing,
Or skill to make a
better pottering,
I’d write new scriptures
to the mankind
And shape each mind into a new kind.