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156 "My friend, there's one thing yet," said he, "And one that I have never shared With any man that I have met; But you—you know me." And he stared

For a slow moment at me then With conscious eyes that had the gleam, The shine, before the stroke:—"You know The ways of us, the way we dream:

"You know the glory we have won, You know the glamour we have lost; You see me now, you look at me,— And yes, you pity me, almost;

"But never mind the pity—no, Confess the faith you can't conceal; And if you frown, be not like one Of those who frown before they feel.

"For there is truth, and half truth,—yes, And there's a quarter truth, no doubt; But mine was more than half. . . . You smile? You understand? You bear me out?

"You always knew that I was right— You are my friend—and I have tried