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 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 worthwhile...
...I am not perfect dear friend,
Forgive me if I have failed!