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It knowsit all, it knows it all,

The world of groans and laughter,

It sneers of pride before a fall,

But the bitter pride comes after:

So leave me and I’ll seek you not,

So seek me and you’ll find me—

But till I know your hand-grip’s true

I’ll stand with hands behind me.

It knows it all, it knows it all,

The world of lies and sorrow—

It prates of pride before a fall,

And of the humble morrow;

But shame and blame are but a name,

Oh, heart that’s hurt past curing!

We’ll drink to-night the sinner’s pride,

The pride that’s most enduring.

They know it all, they know it all,

The curs that pass the sentence.

They preach of pride before a fall

And bitter black repentance:

So leave me when my star is set,

I’ll glory that you leave me,

While one has pride to love me yet

There’s nought on earth shall grieve me.