‘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 —
