Swords and Plowshares/The Round-Up of Love
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HO, for the round-up of love!
The sun is rising; come, out of bed, on with your boots, catch your tethered mustang, and quick with lasso into the saddle, ready to bring in all living creatures with your circling right arm!
Oh, to attach and embrace them and hold them all. fast with love to the furthermost limits of the world;
To love your enemies and the looks of ugly women and the souls of mean men;
Whether or not they kick and plunge, to round them all up in your heart;
To have a soft place there, even, for the inexplicable rat and cockroach;
To recognize in one and all at sundown the brand of the Almighty Lover—
There is a good day's work marked out for you!
Ho, for the round-up of love!
The sun is rising; come, out of bed, on with your boots, catch your tethered mustang, and quick with lasso into the saddle, ready to bring in all living creatures with your circling right arm!
Oh, to attach and embrace them and hold them all. fast with love to the furthermost limits of the world;
To love your enemies and the looks of ugly women and the souls of mean men;
Whether or not they kick and plunge, to round them all up in your heart;
To have a soft place there, even, for the inexplicable rat and cockroach;
To recognize in one and all at sundown the brand of the Almighty Lover—
There is a good day's work marked out for you!
Ho, for the round-up of love!