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Last night the angel of remembrance brought Me while I slept--think, Dear! of all his store Just that one memory I thought Banished forever from our door! Thy sob of pain when once I hurt thee sure. Then in my dream I suddenly was ware Of God above me saying: "Reach Thy hand to Me in prayer, And I will give thee pardon yet." Thou? Nay, she hath forgiven, teach Her to forget.