Classic Poem

I never have denied —
I'm willing to be tried —
A call for sympathy from sorrowing man;
My own hard griefs impel
My heart for such to feel,
And I am willing to be tried again.

The claim, so often made,
For shelter and for aid,
I never have refused, and never can;
And though my purse is scant,
The poor did never want,
And I am willing to be tried again.

Is counsel craved, I give —
What pleasure to relieve
The doubts my neighbor's spirit that unman!
The wisdom given to me,
To him is offered free,
And I am willing to be tried again.

My brother goes astray, —
Ah, me, I know the way ,
The slippery way that lures the thoughtless man!
I run to draw him back —
I point the dangerous track,
And I am willing to be tried again.

I've suffered many a wrong,
From evil hand and tongue —
I've learned forgiveness from no common Man !
Forgiveness I have shown,
As God to me has done,
And I am willing to be tried again.

Each night on bended knee,
The A LL-SEEING E YE doth see
My body suppliant at a Throne D IVINE ;
And there for brothers' need,
As for my own I plead,
And I am willing to be tried again.

I'm dying fast and soon, —
My life is past its noon, —
I've had such premonitions as were plain;
My heart is strong in faith
That God will smile in death,
And I am willing to be tried again.