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 If I were God, the very stars and flowers

Should be more fair, and all the sterns and sours

Change to a music sweet as rivers flowing—

If I were God, and this poor world were ours.

If I were God, I would not wait the years

To solve the mystery of human tears;

And, unambiguous, I would speak my will,

Nor hint it darkly to the dreaming seers.

If I were God! this I!—a poor old man

Whose heaven is wine, whose hell is Ramadan;

Poor dizzy head within a reeling world,

Poor trembling hand—the steadfast heavens to span!