Companion

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Companion

No, never quite alone am I.

Of ill why should I borrow?

No matter where my footsteps bend

There also follows sorrow.

And she has taught my lips to sing

A rapt and dauntless measure

While all the world goes envying

My mellow noted treasure.

No, I have never walked alone!

And as I face tomorrow,

If I am bereft of joy

I know there will be sorrow.