To Emilie Bigelow Hapgood⁠—Philanthropist

Far from the seried ranks you sway,
  Firm in your own believing
In that frail brotherhood, who stray
  Sore anguishing, sore grieving.
Such hands as yours, adown the years
  Enchain a faith unbroken,
They stay the dreary waste of tears,
  And lift to Hope a token!