By his paths through the parched desolation, <br />Hot rides and the terrible tramps; <br />By the hunger, the thirst, the privation <br />Of his work in the further most camps. <br /> <br />By his worth in the light that shall search men <br />And prove – ay! And justify each – <br />I place him in front of all churchmen <br />Who feel not, who know not – but preach!<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-brother-s-keeper/
