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Over the wintry threshold / Who comes with joy to-day, / So frail, yet so enduring, / To triumph o'er dismay?
Ah, quick her tears are springing, / And quickly they are dried, / For sorrow walks before her, / But gladness walks beside.
She comes with gusts of laughter, -- / The music as of rills; / With tenderness and sweetness, -- / The wisdom of the hills.
Her hands are strong to comfort, / Her heart is quick to heed. / She knows the signs of sadness, / She knows the voice of need.
There is no living creature, / However poor or small, / But she will know its trouble, / And hasten to its call.
Oh, well they fare forever, / By mighty dreams possessed, / Whose hearts have lain a moment / On that eternal breast.