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What is that inner gift that lights her face
And brings compassion’s sweetness to her eyes, A sort of wistful charm and winning grace That fills her heart and in her spirit lies? That gift is serving and the will to serve That gift is giving and the will to give. And when the sages pen their histories true, And typify in verse how each has fared, The noblest truth, and most endearing too Will be the simple sentiment, “She cared.”
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