A Chance Meeting

I had a moment’s talk with him
And saw that he was good,
A spirit candid to the brim,
Breathing of brotherhood,
A fleeting face, a stranger face
I shall not meet again,
Yet earth is now a friendlier place,
And full of better men.
If such a whiff of soul transforms
So blessedly and far,
What of that world beyond the storms,
Where none but true men are?