"If thou wilt," said the leper.
The reply came, "I will,"
And the leper was cleansed.
Look around!
Look around!
There on the streets are the old and the lame,
There in the houses the blind and insane.
Small upper rooms hide the searcher and seeker,
And youth strides the streets in rebellion and flame.
Outcasts, their cry
Is a shout of despair.
Not even aware to whom they should cry,
"If thou wilt."
Answer, "I will."
Oh, answer, "I will."
