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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Workworn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the street, an humble woman lives; <br>To her 'tis little fortune ever gives; <br>Denied the wines of life, it puzzles me <br>To know how she can laugh so cheerily. <br>This morn I listened to her softly sing, <br>And, marvelling what this effect could bring <br>I looked: 'twas but the presence of a child <br>Who passed her gate, and looking in, had smiled. <br>But self-encrusted, I had failed to see <br>The child had also looked and laughed to me. <br>My lowly neighbour thought the smile God-sent, <br>And singing, through the toilsome hours she went. <br>O! weary singer, I have learned the wrong <br>Of taking gifts, and giving naught of song; <br>I thought my blessings scant, my mercies few, <br>Till I contrasted them with yours, and you; <br>To-day I counted much, yet wished it more-- <br>While but a child's bright smile was all your store, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I had thought of all the stormy days, <br>That fill some lives that tread less favoured ways, <br>How little sunshine through their shadows gleamed, <br>My own dull life had much the brighter seemed; <br>If I had thought of all the eyes that weep <br>Through desolation, and still smiling keep, <br>That see so little pleasure, so much woe, <br>My own had laughed more often long ago; <br>If I had thought how leaden was the weight <br>Adversity lays at my kinsman's gate, <br>Of that great cross my next door neighbour bears, <br>My thanks had been more frequent in my prayers; <br>If I had watched the woman o'er the way, <br>Workworn and old, who labours day by day, <br>Who has no rest, no joy to call her own, <br>My tasks, my heart, had much the lighter grown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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To her 'tis little fortune ever gives; 
Denied the wines of life, it puzzles me 
To know how she can laugh so cheerily. 
This morn I listened to her softly sing, 
And, marvelling what this effect could br..."></div>
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