Longfellow

kinsman of Humanity! Thy love hath touched all hearts, even as thy Song Hath touched all chords of music that belong To the quavering heaven-strung harp of harmony: Thou has made man to feel and hear and see Divinely;—made the weak to be strong; By thy melodious magic, changed the wrong To changeless right—and joyed and wept as we. Worlds listen, lulled and solaced at the spell That unfolds and holds us—soul and body, too,— As though thy songs, as loving arms in stress Of sympathy and trust ineffable, Were thrown about us thus by one who knew Of common human need of kindliness.