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'Tis true-They shut me in the Cold-
But then-Themselves were warm
And could not know the feeling 'twas-
Forget it-Lord-of Them-
Let not my Witness hinder Them
In Heavenly esteem-
No Paradise could be-Conferred
Through Their beloved Blame-
The Harm They did-was short-And since
Myself-who bore it-do-
Forgive Them-Even as Myself-
Or else-forgive not me-