For slight errors, had borne suff’ring great as drew my sorrow forth.
“And shall not one,” said I then, “whose worth is but as naught,
Bear patiently, as heaven’s gift, what it ordains?” The thought
Was scarce completely formed, when of a friend the footstep fell
On my threshold, and I breathed a hope he had words of joy to tell.
“I’ve heard,” the friend who enter’d said, “there’s come to us of late
A native of the ‘Flowery Flag’s’ far-off and foreign State;
O’er tens of thousand miles of sea to the Inner Land he’s come—
His hope and aim to heal men’s pain, he leaves his native home.”
I quick went forth, this man I sought, this gen’rous doctor found;