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!