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FORGIVENESS

“O thy flamed cheek,

Those locks with weeping wet,

Eyes that, forlorn and meek,

On mine are set.

“Poor hands, poor feeble wings,

Folded, a-droop, O sad!

See, ’tis my heart that sings

To make thee glad.

“My mouth breathes love, thou dear!

All that I am and know

Is thine. My breast—draw near:

Be grieved not so!” 14