Show those who love the best the choicest garb and sweetest grace are ott to strangers shown the careless mien the frowning face are given to our own we flatter those we scarcely know we please the fleeting guest and deal full many a thoughtless blow to those who love us best love does not grow on every tree nor true hearts yearly bloom alas tor those who only see this truth across the tomb but soon or late the fact grows to ill through sorrow s test tl e only one who give us pain are those who love us best |