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FRIENDSHIP.
I count not him my friend
Who ever deigns to praise
My face's fairness and the witching
Sweetness of my ways.
But him who dares to tell
In honest voice and strong,
That often times my way is right,
Oftimes that “I am wrong.”
Who ever deigns to praise
My face's fairness and the witching
Sweetness of my ways.
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In honest voice and strong,
That often times my way is right,
Oftimes that “I am wrong.”
That looks upon my error with a human eye,
And if I fail, success's goal to win,
Can sympathize with my defeat,
And share my sorrow keen.
Who, though I feign would be all truth,
I human am, and prone to error,
Observes my weakness, still hath hope,
And flees me not in terror.
Whose honest heart and manly purpose towers,
Above his fellow men content with small attain,
Who bids me skyward to direct my powers,
My object and my aim.
And if I fail, success's goal to win,
Can sympathize with my defeat,
And share my sorrow keen.
Who, though I feign would be all truth,
I human am, and prone to error,
Observes my weakness, still hath hope,
And flees me not in terror.
Whose honest heart and manly purpose towers,
Above his fellow men content with small attain,
Who bids me skyward to direct my powers,
My object and my aim.
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