May every soul that touches mine—be it the slightest contact –Get therefore some good;Some little grace, one kindly thought;One aspiration yet unfelt;One bit of courageFor the darkening sky;One gleam of faithTo brave the thickening ills of life;One glimpse of brighter skiesBeyond the gathering mist –To make their life worthwhile.
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