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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,