Enough he labours for his hire; Yea, nought can pay his pain; But powers that wear and waste and tire, Need help to toil again. They give him freely all they can, They give him clothes and food; In this rejoicing, that the man Is not ashamed they should. High love takes form in lowly thing; He knows the offering such; To them `tis little that they bring, To him `tis very much.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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