Forgive

Forgive

An angel-token blessed my way, A guiding light to give; In pleading tones I heard it say, "0 wounded one, forgive!"

I listened, and it came again, So pure, so gently clear, My heart was softened to its strain And quickened to a tear.

I left the dull and sullen gloom, To bow in humble prayer, And rising, saw the vale abloom With flowers everywhere

angel-love, thy voice I know, My heart, how free, how light, Sweet help, that lifted all my woe And made the world so bright! —Minnie Iverson Hodapp.

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