‘Tis true—They shut me in the Cold

‘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—