Littell's Living Age/Volume 170/Issue 2201/Obscurity

thou canst wake within one human breast A thought of lasting joy, if thou hast stirred Holy desire by some inspiring word Or lulled the sorrowful to soothing rest; If with some glorious vision thou hast blest The tired, the wayworn (as when some rapt bird Unseen pours forth its soul, the song is heard By the tranced leaves and flowers, a-tremble lest It cease too soon, too soon) — if this thy lot, Care not how lonely thou mayst seem to be, How cast away as useless or forgot; As to the mightiest comes his work, to thee The humble task to light some little spot, Though star-like, yet with rays the heavens may see.