Tho’ I forgave, would any man forget?

While all our great green earth has, trampled on her,

The treason and terror of the night we met.

Not any more in vengeance or in pardon,

One old wife bargains for a bean that’s hers,

You have no word to break; no heart to harden.

Ride on and prosper. You have lost your spurs.

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By Carl Sandburg

(Contemporary American poet)