I SAW a new world in my dream, Where all the folks alike did seem: There was no Child, there was no Mother, There was no Change, there was no Other. For everything was Same, the Same; There was no praise, there was no blame; There was neither Need nor Help for it; There was nothing fitting or unfit. Nobody laugh?d, nobody wept; None grew weary, so none slept; There was nobody born, and nobody wed; This world was a world of the living-dead. I long?d to hear the Time-Clock strike In the world where people were all alike; I hated Same, I hated Forever; I long?d to say Neither, or even Never. I long?d to mend, I long?d to make; I long?d to give, I long?d to take; I long?d for a change, whatever came after, I long?d for crying, I long?d for laughter. At last I heard the Time-Clock boom, And woke from my dream in my little room; With a smile on her lips my Mother was nigh, And I heard the Baby crow and cry. And I thought to myself, How nice it is For me to live in a world like this, Where things can happen, and clocks can strike, And none of the people are made alike; Where Love wants this, and Pain wants that, Where all our hearts want Tit for Tat In the jumbles we make with our heads and our hands, In a world that nobody understands, But with work, and hope, and the right to call Upon Him who sees it and knows us all!