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 How it had always been so. And the truth, Like silence after some far victory, Had come to her, and she had found it out As if it were a vision, a thing born So suddenly! just as a flower is born, Or as a world is born so suddenly.

not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Yanderberg One tribute for his memory : One honest warrant of a friend Who found with him that flesh was grass Who neither blamed him in defect Nor marveled how it came to pass; Or why it ever was that he That Vanderberg, of all good men, Should lose himself to find himself, Straightway to lose himself again. For we had buried Sainte-Nitouche, And he had said to me that night: "Yes, we hare laid her in the earth, But what of that?" And he was right. And he had said : "We have a wife, We have a child, we have a church; 'T would be a scurrilous way out If we should leave them in the lurch.