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.
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 tremblethOn the air in thought and form,Raindrop music in the storm,Raindrop splendor on the cloud,Angel wings above the shroud.