Forgive

WOULDST find the path to rest and peace?
Wouldst know the hour of pain's surcease?
Forgive!

Wouldst reach the heights where pure hearts sing?—
Where love endures and Right is King?
Forgive!

Hath fond appeal and tear-stained face
Brought no response—no dear embrace?
Forgive!

Doth anger wound, and hatred grieve?
Doth cruelty thy heart bereave?
Forgive!

Hath tempest wild thy barque o'erturned,
While loveless eye gazed unconcerned?
Forgive!

Doth unbelief thy footsteps scan,
Misjudging faith in God and man?
Forgive!

Forgive!—and flowers shall grow apace
Where thorns appeared to hopes efface.
Forgive!

O, sweetest prayer e'er heard on high—
Love's prayer when foes cry "Crucify!"
Forgive!

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