What Might Be Done
Dublin Core
Title
What Might Be Done
Description
What might be done if men were wise—
What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,
Oppression's heart might be imbued
With kindling drops of loving kindness;
All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs,
All vice and crime might die together;
The meanest wretch that ever trod,
The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow.
What might be done? This might be done,
And more than this, my suffering brother—
What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,
Would they unite,
In love and right,
And cease their scorn of one another?Oppression's heart might be imbued
With kindling drops of loving kindness;
And knowledge pour
From shore to shore
Light on the eyes of mental blindness.All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs,
All vice and crime might die together;
And milk and corn,
To each man born,
Be free as warmth in summer weather.The meanest wretch that ever trod,
The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow.
Might stand erect,
In self-respect,
And share the teeming world to-morrow.What might be done? This might be done,
And more than this, my suffering brother—
More than the tongue
E'er said or sung,
If men were wise and loved each other.Creator
Charles MacKay
Source
1:11, p. 1
Date
10.1.1859
Collection
Citation
Charles MacKay, “What Might Be Done,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/578.
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