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3026.
[We never can recriminate]
Not that I had ought to accuse my nation of.
—xxviii. 19.
We never can recriminate
Who to the Lamb belong,
Nor dare our fiercest haters hate,
Or render wrong for wrong;
When charged with crimes they cannot prove,
The truth of justify
We speak constrain'd; but tenderest love
Prevents a sharp reply.
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