Poems (Hoffman)/If
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IF
Powerless shall the tempest rage,
Naught can take thy heritage;
Life in bloom from dark earth grown,
All that's sweet and true thine own.
Open heart and hand to hold,
Riches never bought or sold;
Let life's sweetness come to you,
If your life be sweet and true.
Naught can take thy heritage;
Life in bloom from dark earth grown,
All that's sweet and true thine own.
Open heart and hand to hold,
Riches never bought or sold;
Let life's sweetness come to you,
If your life be sweet and true.
If your life be sweet and true,
All such things belong to you;
All that's sweet and true, all song,
Fragrance, beauty, all but wrong,
All but discord, darkness, death;
All the joy that trembleth
On the air in thought and form,
Raindrop music in the storm,
Raindrop splendor on the cloud,
Angel wings above the shroud.
All such things belong to you;
All that's sweet and true, all song,
Fragrance, beauty, all but wrong,
All but discord, darkness, death;
All the joy that trembleth
On the air in thought and form,
Raindrop music in the storm,
Raindrop splendor on the cloud,
Angel wings above the shroud.