Chapter 1273 of 1964 · 66 words · ~1 min read

XVI.

And all our little feuds, at least all _mine_, Dear Jeffrey, once my most redoubted foe (As far as rhyme and criticism combine To make such puppets of us things below), Are over: Here's a health to "Auld Lang Syne!" I do not know you, and may never know Your face--but you have acted on the whole Most nobly, and I own it from my soul.