Chide not, Chide not, unless you must
As day after day onward places
There s much of pain, that must needs be borne
Full enough of sorrw, for which to mourn
When men are weary, and women are worn
With grief shadowed hearts and faces.
O brother! sister! why suffer the hours
To go frieghted with frowns and fault fiding
So few, & fast fleeting, the sweet sheltered years,
In which, to be mingled your laughter & tears
Ere youth plumes its wings, the sad parting nears
And you're left, to the future's reminding.
Ah friend; tho' oft thro life s wildering way
Erring feet must be turned, hearts need guiding.
If to check & reprove, be stern duty's decree
Let that matchless reproving
"Lovest thou me?"
Whisper down thro the ages, its message to thee
That love be felt, e'en thro' the chiding..
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