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[Written on the window pane of a railway carriage after reading an advertisement of sunlight soap, and Poems, by William Wordsworth.]

I passed upon the wings of Steam Along Tay's valley fair, The book I read had such a theme As bids the Soul despair.

A tale of miserable men Of hearts with doubt distraught, Wherein a melancholy pen With helpless problems fought.

Where many a life was brought to dust, And many a heart laid low, And many a love was smirched with lust - I raised mine eyes, and, oh! -

I marked upon a common wall, These simple words of hope, That mute appeal to one and all, Cheer up! Use Sunlight Soap!

Our moral energies have range Beyond their seeming scope, How tonic were the words, how strange, Cheer up! Use Sunlight Soap!

'Behold,' I cried, 'the inner touch That lifts the Soul through cares! I loved that Soap-boiler so much I blessed him unawares!

Perchance he is some vulgar man, Engrossed in pounds s. d. But, ah! through Nature's holy plan He whispered hope to me!