To help some brother poor and frail,
Whose footsteps falter by the way—
Whose burthened strength begins to fail—
Thy words of hope may sooth his grief,
Thy hand, though weak, may bring relief.
Perchance some weary spirit mourns,
In bitterness of grief e’en now,
That thus in bonds, by error wrought,
So strong a soul as thine should bow—
That thou, of all the world shouldst stray