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RETURNING MESSENGERS. |
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RETURNING MESSENGERS.
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I was harsh and unforgiving,Cruel taunts escaped my tongue;
Every word, not dead, but living,
Pierced the bosom whence it sprung—
Poison'd arrow, backwards flung.
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From my lips the words of blessingIssued, though I know not when;
Each, my happy soul possessing,
Came, an angel, back again,
Bearing blessings ten times ten.
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