MY HEART WAS HEAVY

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 8, 1876

“MY HEART WAS HEAVY.”

My heart was 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, Wronged and wrong-doer, each with meekened face, And cold hands folded over a still heart, Pass the green threshold of our common grave, Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, Awed for myself, and pitying my race, One common sorrow, like a mighty wave, Swept all my pride away, and, trembling, I forgave!