O THOU WHO SIGHEST FOR A BROADER FIELD.

O thou who sighest for a broader field Wherein to sow the seeds of truth and right, Who fain a nobler, wider power wouldst wield O'er human souls that languish for the light; Search well the realm that even now is thine! Canst not thou in some far-off corner find A heart, sin-bound, as tree with sapping vine, That waiteth help its burdens to unbind? Some human plant, perchance beneath thine eyes, Pierced through by hidden thorns of idle fears; Or, drooping low for need of light from skies 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!