NEED RN PLZ Paraphrase stanzas four and five from "The Man with the Garden Tool" in the form of summary questions.

Stanza Four:

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,

Is this the handiwork you give to God,

This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?

How will you ever straighten up this shape;

Stanza Five:

Touch it again with immortality;

Give back the upward looking and the light;

Rebuild in it the music and the dream;

Make right the immemorial infamies,

Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?