Forgiveness

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1. My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
2. Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
3. So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
4. One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
5. The green mounds of the village burial-place;
6. Where, pondering how all human love and hate
7. Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
8. Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,