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 "They tell me if, with patient heart,

I bear my wrongs from day to day,

I shall, at death, to realms depart,

Where God wipes every tear away!

"Yet still, at times, with fear I shrink;

For, when with sense of injury prest,

I burn with rage! and then I think

I ne'er can gain that place of rest."

He ceas'd; for here his tears would flow,

And ne'er resum'd his tale of ruth.

Alas! it rends my heart to know

He only told a tale of truth.

A. OPIE.