FORGIVE.
Forgive me dear, I did not knowThat words of mine wouldst cause thee woe.I love thee all too well to bringTo thy dear heart the smallest sting.Thy life is all too sweet and pureTo ever grief or pain endure.And evermore I’ll guard my speech,E’ermore my careless tongue I’ll teachTo speak but loving words to thee,From caustic speech I will be free.The past is past. Wilt thou forgetThe words I spake when first we met?The thoughtless words that I then spakeWill ever in my heart awakeRemorse, and sorrow, deepest pain.—O must I plead to thee in vain?E’er more I’ll speak but love words, dear,For only love-words shouldst thou hear.
Forgive me dear, I did not knowThat words of mine wouldst cause thee woe.I love thee all too well to bringTo thy dear heart the smallest sting.Thy life is all too sweet and pureTo ever grief or pain endure.And evermore I’ll guard my speech,E’ermore my careless tongue I’ll teachTo speak but loving words to thee,From caustic speech I will be free.The past is past. Wilt thou forgetThe words I spake when first we met?The thoughtless words that I then spakeWill ever in my heart awakeRemorse, and sorrow, deepest pain.—O must I plead to thee in vain?E’er more I’ll speak but love words, dear,For only love-words shouldst thou hear.