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If the sad old world should jump a cog / Sometime, in its dizzy spinning, / And go off the track with a sudden jog, / What an end would come to the sinning, / What a rest from strife and the burdens of life / For the millions of people in it, / What a way out of care, and worry and wear, / All in a beautiful minute.
As 'round the sun with a curving sweep / It hurries and runs and races, / Should it lose its balance, and go with a leap / Into the vast sea-spaces, / What a blest relief it would bring to the grief, / And the trouble and toil about us, / To be suddenly hurled from the solar world / And let it go on without us.