Forgiveness

Better, in meekness and humility,
     To bear the hate and spite of evil men,
     When Obloquy unleashes from their den
His hungry hounds to vex and worry thee,
Than chafe thy spirit with anger—or to be
     Vengeful of wrongs inflicted. Gird around
Thy soul Religion’s meek philosophy,
     And with forgiveness heal the slanderer’s wound!
So shalt thou heap upon thine adversary
     Live coals of fire—the kindlings of strong Love—
     Causing contrition in his breast to move—
While thine own heart shall be a sanctuary
For holy thoughts and aspirations high,
And pure affections which can never die!