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<h2> ABSOLVO TE </h2>
<p>I read your truth. You read—What did you read?<br/>
Did you read all, and, reading all, forgive?<br/>
How I—O little dwarf of conscience sieve<br/>
My soul; bare all before her bare indeed!<br/>
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And, looking on the remnant and the waste,<br/>
Can you absolve me,—me, the doubter, one<br/>
Who challenged what God spent His genius on,<br/>
His genius and His pride; so fair, so chaste?<br/>
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I am ashamed. . . . And when I told my dreams,<br/>
Shaken and humble,—“Dear, there was no cause,”<br/>
Your words; proud, sorrowful, as it beseems<br/>
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Such as thou art. There never was a cause<br/>
Why you should honour me. Ashamed am I.<br/>
And you forgive me, bless me, for reply.<br/></p>
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