That we are strangers here.
Is not the following a pithy phrasing of the old sweet lesson of charity?
Oh, when the wintry storm beats high,
And howling blasts sweep through the sky;
When ice and snow the earth enshroud,
And ye around your hearthstone crowd;
Then think of that poor neighbor near,
Whose hearth is cold, whose home is drear.
And when the gentle south wind blows,