May every soul that touches mine— Be it the slightest contact— Get therefrom some good; Some little grace; one kindly thought; One aspiration yet unfelt; One bit of courage For the darkening sky; One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life; One glimpse of brighter skies Beyond the gathering mists— To make this life worth while And heaven a surer heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PORTRAIT OF WORDSWORTH BY B.R. HAYDON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN |