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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.