To yield the grudge, though bitter words remain,
Requires a heart both tender and austere;
It lifts the soul above resentment's chain,
And turns the wound to wisdom, bright and clear.
True courage lies not in returning pain,
But in release, where fiercest tempests end;
Forgiveness blooms where only love can reign,
A quiet power stronger than the sword can lend.
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