'MUST I forgive till seven times seven?' The heart within me cried. @3As thou wouldst hope to be forgiven@1, An Angel Voice replied. My wrongs are many, my wounds are sore, And shall mine enemy triumph more, And scorn my captive pride? And must I turn the smarting cheek? And meekly make reply? My arm is strong—my faith is weak, And storm clouds hover nigh. @3Who holds in check the eager blow He conquers far more than his foe And sets his courage high@1. And have I but the hour withstood? Revenge, a welcome guest? And shall this second, fiercer flood O'erwhelm my battling breast? @3Who rules his heart is mightier far Than he who rules by right of war And mightier is his quest!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER |