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Let those slander fame who will -- / Call her cheat and blame her ways. / It may all be true; and still / I shall give her words of praise. / She has been my faithful friend, / True and constant to the end.
Since I saw her hand first beckon / Far above my lowly plain, / I have had no need to reckon / What my loss, or what my gain. / She has made sweet blossoms blow / In whatever path I go; / She hath made the dark ways light. / Made the somber places bright; / She has filled my empty cup / Full to overflow with pleasure, / And, though I may drink it up, / She again refills the measure.