Give the stranger happy cheer.
When, o’er his cheek the teardrops start,
The balm that flows from one kind word
May heal the wound in a breaking heart.
Scorn not the grief that his breast may outpour
It may be for loved ones on some distant shore.
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Oh! give the stranger happy cheer.
When, o’er his cheek the teardrops start,
The balm that flows from one kind word
May heal the wound in a breaking heart. |
Give the stranger happy cheer.
Where o’er ye find him, wan and weak,
'Twere little cost, ’twere nothing lost
To call a smile o’er his care-worn cheek.
Your kindness for years in his memory may rest
To gladden his footsteps and comfort his breast.
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