Neglect? O libel on a world where half that world is woman!
Where is the afflicted, whose voice, once heard, stirreth not a host of comforters?
Where is the sick untended, or in prison, and they visited him not?
The hungry is fed, and the thirsty satisfied, till ability set limits to the will,
And those who did it unto them, have done it unto God!
For human benevolence is large, though many matters dwarf it,
Prudence, ignorance, imposture, and the straitenings of circumstance and time.
And if to the body, so to the mind, the mass of men are generous;
Their estimate, who know us best, is seldom seen to err;
Be sure the fault is thine, as pride, or shallowness, or vanity,