Oh, mercifullest one of all,
Oh, generous as dear,
None lived so lowly, none so small,
Thou couldst withhold thy tear:
How swift, in pure compassion,
How meek in charity,
To offer friendship to the one
Who begged but love of thee!
Oh, gentle word, and sweetest said!
Oh, tender hand, and first
To hold the warm, delicious bread
To lips burned black of thirst.
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i like to read the poem first
so i can not cos it be away my fist
if you should send it then i put in ready list
and come to my comment at least
i want to have this poem.
This poem is so cool… I can’t totally relate to that feeling of wanting someone who doesn’t want you back.
Sometimes is even worst when that person is nice about it and offers you their friendship… is like : If they were totally indiferent at least I could despise them and move on.