Every soul that touches yours,
Be it the slightest contact
Get there from 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
To make this life worthwhile
And heaven a surer heritage.
George Eliot