So heavily from off the heart, and leave

It crushed, sometimes for ever. Dost thou know

What lifeblood it hath cost to speak to thee,

What tortured nights have gone before, what cry

Of anguish rose towards that God, who seemed

So merciless to him and overkind

To thee, allowing thee to be his angel,

To answer when a living word of love

Had to be spoken, and a hand put out to help.

Make him forget what he has told thee,

Let him not feel that thou hast not forgotten,

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But make him help thee in his turn, when thine

The pain, the care, the fear; allow him then

To tend thee, and to pay his debt to thy

Humility, and to thy thankfulness.

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 "VENGEANCE IS MINE," SAITH THE LORD

THOU wouldst not be avenged if thou hadst but

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