Oh, that I were a savior’s
touch that anyone could heal.
Or even the brightest of furthest
stars…to God I’d then appeal.
Would that I were made of
joy…I’d seep into your heart.
Or substance of a peaceful dream
so from loves you’d never part.
But oh, I see, ‘tis only me
and made but of flesh and bone.
But still my thoughts of thee
I share and so you’re not alone.
A truer philosophy never was
than that which binds us all.
So true, we know, that believe we so
our God will heal your soul.