One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will
stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you
find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On
what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend
With
the whole round world agin you.
'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will
settle the finding for 'ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By
your looks or your acts or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
The
rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in
any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk
Than
he uses yours for his spendings;
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As
though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
For
silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man he's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings!
His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your
right
In
season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight —
With that
for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The
shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the
gallows-foot — and after!
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