The Cheat Edgar Guest I cheated a good friend yesterday, Kept what was his, and went my way, Wronged him by silence-for in haste I let a glad thought go to waste. I had a word of cheer to speak, To strengthen him when he grew weak, To send him smiling on his way - But what I thought I didn't say. He would have richer been to know That deed of his had pleased me so, But oh, I failed to let him see How much his conquest meant to me. I cheated him of words of praise Which would have cheered his troubled days; In this a faithful friend I wronged, By keeping what to him belonged. The praise was his by right to hear, To him belonged my word of cheer; In silence, though, from him I turned And cheated him of what he'd earned.