Christian Forbearance
by William Blake (1757–1827)
Christian Forbearance
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day & night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
[And I gave it to my foe del.]
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole.
In the morning Glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
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