With bores and with fools she ungrudgingly bears,
And though it may end in her loss,
With cabmen she never can wrangle for fares,
Or haggle a counter across.
Her eyes, that are loyal and fearless and kind,
At wrong or injustice will flame,
But they never seem anxious a failure to find,
They never are hasty to blame;
And well she is loved by the best and the worst,
For sympathy, courage, and truth,