C. M.
Peabody.
Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou
Hast power to aid or bless;
Whose aching heart or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press.
Thy neighbor? ’tis the fainting poor,
Whose eye with want is dim;
O, enter thou his humble door,
With aid and peace for him.
Thy neighbor? he who drinks the cup
When sorrow drowns the brim;
With words of high, sustaining hope,
Go thou and comfort him.
Thy neighbor? ’tis the weary slave,
Fettered in mind and limb;
He hath no hope this side the grave;
Go thou and ransom him.
Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by;
Perhaps thou canst redeem
A breaking heart from misery;
Go, share thy lot with him.
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