Encouraging widows to "Reviresco" (flourish) again
Forgiving
O Man, forgive thy mortal foe,
Not ever strike him blow for blow;
For all the souls on earth that live
To be forgiven must forgive.
Forgive him seventy times and seven,
For all the blessed souls in Heaven
Are both forgivers and forgiven!
Alfred Lord Tennyson
From A Sacrifice of Praise, Second Edition, An Anthology of Christian Poetry in English from Caedmon to the Mid-Twentieth Century; Edited by James H. Trott.
“Crossing The Bar”
Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns home again.
Twilight and evening bell,
and after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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