O, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother; where pity dwells, the peace of God is there. - John Greenleaf Whittier

"And one there was, a dreamer born,
Who, with a mission to fulfill,
Had left the Muses' haunts to turn
The crank of an opinion-mill,
Making his rustic reed of song
A weapon in the war with wrong,...
"A Tent on the Beach

Sweeter than any sung
My songs that found no tongue;
Nobler than any fact
My wish that failed of act. Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,—
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of win.

God blesses still the generous thought,
And still the fitting word He speeds,
And Truth, at His requiring taught,
He quickens into deeds.