Christopher Pearse Cranch

“ Who 'mid the jar of tongues hears music sweet;—
⁠Who in some foreign street
Thronged with cold eyes catches a hand, a glance,
⁠That deifies his chance,
That turns the dreary city to a home,
⁠The blank hotel to a dome
Of splendor, while the unsympathizing crowd
⁠Seems with his light endowed.
Many there be who call themselves our friends.
⁠But ah! if Heaven sends
One, only one, the fellow to our soul,
⁠To make our half a whole,
Rich beyond price are we. ”

“ The Life that floods the happy fields
⁠With song and light and color
Will shape our lives to richer states,
⁠And heap our measures fuller.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”