Fell meek, and so forgivingly!
But Oh, the worst reproach it seem’d,
To see how merciful it beam’d;
So like the look that broke, of old,
The heart that could no longer hold,
But burst to bitter tears abhorr’d,
Of him, that had denied his Lord.
LVII.
And I had wept—but had no tears!
I had denied him many years!