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Rh And still I seek, as still I roam, A snug roof overhead; Four walls, my own; a quiet home.… “You’ll have it–''when you're dead.”

If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very best of you, And who cared for you as a father would; Who would stick by you to the very end, Who would smile however the world might frown: I’m sure you would try to please your friend, You never would think to throw him down.

And supposing your friend was high and great, And he lived in a palace rich and tall, And sat like a King in shining state. And his praise was loud on the lips of all; Well then, when he turned to you alone, And he singled you out from all the crowd,