'Tis the human touch in this world that counts, The touch of your hand and mine, Which means far more to the fainting heart, Than shelter and bread and wine; For shelter is gone when the night is o'er, And bread lasts only a day, But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice, Sing on in the soul alway. - SPENCER M. TREE- Feel free to contact me for any help I can provide you with.