OUR FRIEND THE ENEMY
"Think of the women," I said, "who suffer and toil,
Of her without beauty or love, not mother or wife."
"Hush, hush," he answered, "why do you want to spoil
The vision, the joy, the whole romance of life!"
"But truth has its own romance and joy," said I.
"I like my fancies better," was his reply.
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