“And they had all things common among them; therefore there were not rich and poor, bond and free, but they were all made free, and partakers of the heavenly gift.”
There was a time when tyranny and want had fled the land.
When ev’ryone was equal and did lend unstinting hand.
I groan sometimes to think that I have missed that happy place;
Born too late into a world that lacks both soul and grace.
I have yearned for gentle things; for thoughtful reverie --
For fruitful commerce, discourse mild, and peace spread like the sea.
Yet when I fall upon my knees to pray for sweet release,
The spirit murmurs that instead I use some elbow grease --
To work and strain to bring to pass millennial harmony
Within myself, and then leave God the world to oversee.
His watchcare never falters, and I only see a part
Of His boundless mercy and His everlasting heart.
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