The Pride That Comes After

It knows it 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.