To The Same
George MacDonald
Dead, why defend thee, who in life For thy worst foe hadst died; Who, thy own name a word of strife, Didst silent stand aside? Grand in forgiveness, what to thee The big world’s puny prate! Or thy great heart hath ceased to be Or loveth still its mate!
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