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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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Meaning no harm? So acts man three-years old!I grieve now at my loss by witlessness,But guilt was none to punish. Man mature—Each word of his I lightly held, each lookI turned from-wish that wished in vain—nay, willThat willed and yet went all to waste—’tis theseRankle like fire. Forgiveness? rather grantForgetfulness! The past is past and lost.However near I stand in his regard,So much the nearer had I stood by stepsOffered the feet which rashly spurned their help.That I call Hell; why further punishment?

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