'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold Poem by Emily Dickinson
'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold
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'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—
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4/19/2024 10:02:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Let be forgiven.....quite touching....10++