I did find a small poem to share written in 1846:
FORGIVENESS
My heart is heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level----and how soon or late,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, when none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!
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