F those who love us find us true And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is through To have us near them, why be sad? If those who know us best rejoice In what we are and hold us dear, What matter if the stranger`s voice Shall speak the bitter jibe and jeer? If those who cling to us still smile Though grim misfortune has us down, If they still think our work worth while, What matters it if strangers frown?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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