A Recompense.
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‘I’ll strive no more against my fate,’
I said, ‘I will give up, go down—’
But friendship caught my idle hands
And would not let me drown.
For friendship’s sake I tried once more,
Till love stole friendship from my side;
I cursed the friend that gained the boon
That was to me denied.
The hound that followed at my heel
Looked up with eyes so full of love
kissed the curly brows between
And blessed the God above.
