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STUDENT FRIENDS.
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Not without sin, O brother,
Hast thou come forth alone ;
But who am I to judge thee ?
How should I cast a stone ?
Wounded and smirched with battle,
Righting thy soul at last ;
Would I had fought beside thee ! —
Oh for the danger past !
I am the meaner now, friend ;
Say, canst thou stoop to me ?
Thou, with thy crown of suffering —
Thou who by right art free.
Wilt thou receive me, brother?
Thou art the teacher now :
Life has grown strangely sacred,
Low at thy feet I bow.
There is a hidden conflict, —
Thorns for the victor's brow.
