The Stranger within my gate,
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He may be true or kind,
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But he does not talk my talk?
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I cannot feel his mind.
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The men of my own stock
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They may do ill or well,
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But they tell the lies I am wonted to,
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They are used to the lies I tell.
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This was my father's belief
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and this is also mine
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let the corn be all of one sheaf
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and the grapes be all of one vine
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The Stranger within my gates,
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He may be evil or good,
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But I cannot tell what powers control?
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What reasons sway his mood;
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The men of my own stock,
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Bitter bad they may be,
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But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
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And see the things I see;
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This was my father's belief
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and this is also mine
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let the corn be all of one sheaf
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and the grapes be all of one vine
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This was my father's belief
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And this is also mine:
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Let the corn be all of one sheaf?
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And the grapes be all of one vine,
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The Stranger
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