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?
Oh, while one soul thou find'st that hath not known
The fullest help thy soul hath power to give,
Sigh not for fields still broader than thine own,
But, steadfast, in thine own more broadly live!