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Strange that a love supreme / Should be swayed by a petty pride, / As a straw might turn aside / The swift onflowing tide / Of a mighty seaward stream!
I know that the fault was mine, / But I cannot, will not speak; / How should I, suppliant, meek, / His gracious pardon seek-- / Tho' the fault were mine--all mine?