Friend, I am one grown old with sorrowing men.

The Showman:

The old are tamed, they have not blood to feel.

King Cole:

They've blood to hurt, if not enough to heal.

I have seen sorrow close and suffering close.

I know their ways with men, if any knows.

I know the harshness of the way they have

To loose the base and prison up the brave.

I know that some have found the depth they trod[Pg 47]

[Pg 47]

In deepest sorrow is the heart of God.

Up on the bitter iron there is peace.

In the dark night of prison comes release,

In the black midnight still the cock will crow.

There is a help that the abandoned know

Deep in the heart, that conquerors cannot feel.

Abide in hope the turning of the wheel,

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

 His presence seemed to change before their eyes. The old, bent, ragged, glittering, wandering fellow, With thready blood-streaks in the rided yellow Of cheek and eye, seemed changed to one who held Earth and the spirit like a king of eld. [Pg 48] He spoke again: "You have been kind," said he. "In your own trouble you have thought of 

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