{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo25.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo25.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo25.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nThe winds blow soft from the East,\n But the storm welters by.\n In the day of disaster and fear,\n It was all you and I.\n In the hour of your pride\n You have cast me aside.\nThe bland winds blown from the East\n Tornadoes pursue.\n In the hour of disaster and fear\n More than brother were you.\n In the hour of delight\n I am cast from your sight.\nThe winds come fair from the East\n On the hills overhead\n There is never a blade that is green,\n Not a leaf but is dead.\n My worth you forget,\n But my faults linger yet.","title":"The Book of Odes: A Friend Forgotten","type":"page"}