' ' Feel for the wrongs to universal ken 



Daily exposed, woe that unshrouded lies ; 

 And seek the sufferer in his darkest den, 



Whether conducted to the spot by sighs 

 And moanings, or he dwells (as if the wren 



Taught him concealment) hidden from all eyes 

 In silence and in the awful modesties 



Of sorrow ; — feel for all, as, brother Men ; 

 Rest not in hope want's icy chain to thaw 



By casual boons and formal charities ; 

 Learn to be just, just through impartial law ; 



Far as ye may, erect and equalize ; 

 And, what ye cannot reach by statute, draw 



Each from his fountain of self-sacrifice ! " 



— Wordsworth, 



