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FOES
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear
As valued friends. He cannot know
The zest of life who runneth here
His earthly race without a foe.
As valued friends. He cannot know
The zest of life who runneth here
His earthly race without a foe.
I saw a prize. “Run,” cried my friend;
“'Tis thine to claim without a doubt.”
But ere I half-way reached the end
I felt my strength was giving out.
“'Tis thine to claim without a doubt.”
But ere I half-way reached the end
I felt my strength was giving out.
My foe looked on the while I ran;
A scornful triumph lit his eyes.
With that perverseness born in man,
I nerved myself, and won the prize.
A scornful triumph lit his eyes.
With that perverseness born in man,
I nerved myself, and won the prize.
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All blinded by the crimson glow
Of sin's disguise, I tempted Fate.
“I knew thy weakness!” sneered my foe,
I saved myself, and baulked his hate.
Of sin's disguise, I tempted Fate.
“I knew thy weakness!” sneered my foe,
I saved myself, and baulked his hate.
For half my blessings, half my gain,
I needs must thank my trusty foe;
Despite his envy and disdain,
He serves me well where'er I go.
I needs must thank my trusty foe;
Despite his envy and disdain,
He serves me well where'er I go.
So may I keep him to the end,
Nor may his enmity abate;
More faithful than the fondest friend,
He guards me ever with his hate.
Nor may his enmity abate;
More faithful than the fondest friend,
He guards me ever with his hate.
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