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Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
By John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)
MY heart was heavy, for its trust had been
  Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
  One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;        5
  Where, pondering how all human love and hate
  Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
  And cold hands folded over a still heart,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,        10
  Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!

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