Waiting for help its burdens to unbind?
Some human plant, perchance beneath thine eyes,
Pierced through with hidden thorns of idle fears;
Or drooping low for need of light from skies
Obscured by doubt-clouds raining poison tears?
Some bruisèd soul the balm of love would heal;
Some timid spirit faith would courage give;
Or maimèd brother, who, though brave and leal,
Still needeth thee, to rightly walk and live?
O while one soul thou findest which hath not known