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TO -- by REGINALD HEBER

First Line: WHEN I WAS SICK, HOW PATIENTLY THOU SAT'ST BESIDE MY BED
Last Line: FORGIVE, FORGIVE, MY -------, THE SELFISHNESS OF MAN!
Subject(s): CAREGIVERS; DEBT; SICKNESS; ILLNESS;
WHEN I was sick, how patiently thou sat'st beside my bed;
When I was faint, how lovingly thine arm upheld my head;
When I was wearied out with pain, perverse in misery,
How ready was thy watchful aid my wishes to supply!
And @3thou@1 art sick, and @3thou@1 art weak, and @3thou@1 art rack'd with pain,
But cheerful still, untamed of ill, does yet thy heart remain:
And have I nursed and tended thee since first thy griefs began?
Forgive, forgive, my -------, the selfishness of man!



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