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To symmetry the oak is grown Which all winds visit on the lea, While that which lists the monotone Of the long blast that sweeps the sea,

And answers to its breath alone, Turns with aversion from the breeze, And stretches all its stunted limbs Landward and heavenward, toward the trees

That listen to a thousand hymns, And grow to grander destinies. Man may not live on whitest loaves, With all of coarser good dismissed;

He pines and starves who never roves Beyond the holy eucharist, To gather of the fields and groves. And he who seeks to fill his heart

With solace of a single friend, Will find refreshment but in part, Or, sadder still, will find the end Of all his reach of thought and art.

They who love best need friendship most; Hearts only thrive on varied good; And he who gathers from a host Of friendly hearts his daily food,

Is the best friend that we can boast. She left her husband with his friends; She called them round him at her board; And found their culture made amends

For all the time that, from her hoard, She spared him for these nobler ends. He was her lover; that sufficed: His home was in the Holy Place

With that of the Beloved Christ; And friendship had no subtle grace By which his love could be enticed. Of all his friends, she was but one:

She held with them a common field. Exclusive right, with love begun, Ended with love, and stood repealed, Leaving his friendship free to run

Toward man or woman, all unmissed. She knew she had no right to bind His friendship to her single wrist, So long as love was true and kind,

And made her its monopolist, No time was grudged with jealous greed Which either books or friendship claimed. He was her friend, and she had need

Of all — unhindered and unblamed That he could win, through word or deed. Her friend waxed great as grew the man; Her temple swelled as rose her priest —

With power to bless and right to ban — And all who served him, most or least,— From chorister and sacristan To those whose frankincense and myrrh

Perfumed the sacred courts with alms,— Were gracious ministers to her, Who found the largess in her palms, And him the friendly almoner.