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 E angry now no more!
 * If I have grieved thee — if

Thy kindness, mine before, No hope may now restore:
 * Only forgive, forgive!

If still resentment burns
 * In thy cold breast, oh if

No more to pity turns, No more, once tender, yearns
 * Thy love; oh yet forgive! . ..

Ask of the winter rain June's withered rose again: Ask grace of the salt sea: She will not answer thee. God would ten times have shriven A heart so riven; In her cold care thou would'st be Still unforgiven.