I do not know what brought me here br Away from where I’ve hardly ever been and now br Am never likely to go again. br br Faces are lost, and places passed br At which I could have stopped, br And stopping, been glad enough. br br Some faces left a mark, br And I on them might have wrought br Some kind of charm or spell br To make their futures work, br br But it’s hard to guess br How one person on another br Works an influence. br We pass, and lit briefly by one another’s light br Hope the way we go is right.