greeting.

He does not stay to count his gain or to mourn his loss; his
heart beats the drum for his march, for that is to march with you
every step,

Fellow-traveller!



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My portion of the best in this world will come from your hands:
such was your promise.

Therefore your light glistens in my tears.

I fear to be led by others lest I miss you waiting in some road
corner to be my guide.

I walk my own wilful way till my very folly tempts you to my
door.

For I have your promise that my portion of the best in this world
will come from your hands.



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