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Forgiveness

Rating: 2.9

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,
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Xylia Wellinghoff: Age 9 18 December 2020

Quite touching. The meaning and moral needs to be clearer and the voice reading the poem is relatively hard to distinguish. Though good text. Well done John Greenleaf Whittier!

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Dr Antony Theodore 31 October 2020

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 Bangalee 24 February 2020

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

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