poet John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier

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Forgiveness

My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
And cold hands folded over a still heart,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (10/31/2020 10:49:00 PM)

    Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
    Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!
    Forgiveness is godly. tony

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (2/24/2020 10:48:00 PM)

    Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
    Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave! /// HEART TOUCHING FEELINGS

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