"A nameless man, amid a crowd

That thronged the daily mart,

Let fall a word of hope and love,

Unstudied, from the heart.

A whisper on the tumult thrown,

A transitory breath,

It raised a brother from the dust,

It saved a soul from death.

O germ! O fount! O word of love!

O thought at random cast!

Ye were but little at the first,

But mighty at the last."

Charles Mackay.