Christian Forbearance



Christian Forbearance

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day & night, Till it bore an apple bright; [And I gave it to my foe del.] And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole. In the morning Glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.