There is an unseen cord which binds
The whole wide world together;
Through every human life it winds-
This one mysterious tether.
It links all races and all lands
Throughout their span allotted,
And death alone unites the strands
Which God Himself has knotted.
However humble be your lot,
Howe’er your hands are fettered,
You cannot think a noble thought
But all the world is bettered.
With every impulse, deed and word
Wherein love blends with duty,
A message speeds along the cord
That gives the earth more beauty.
Your unkind thought, your selfish deed,
Is felt in farthest places;
There are no solitudes where greed
And wrong can hide their faces;
There are no separate lives; the chain,
Too subtle for our seeing,
Unites us all upon the plane
Of universal being.—E. W. Wilcox