From wisdom’s straight and pleasant way.
Perchance e’en now thy many faults
Stand in some wand’ring brother’s road,
That but for thee his feet would tread
The path of wisdom and of God—
Who, but for thee, or for thy sin,
A victor’s glorious crown might win.
Oh! none there are whose deeds and words
May not exert an influence wide,
There is no hand that hath not strength