That we should forgive the faults of friends while they are in the
flesh and can appreciate it is the lesson taught by Mrs. Marion Hutson
in this verse:
Somewhere in the future, my lone grave
Will lie where flowers bloom and mosses wave,
And friends will stand beside it, speaking low
Of things I said and did so long ago.
My faults and follies all forgotten--dead--
And buried with me in my lowly bed.
Oh, loved ones! why not bury them to-day,
And let me feel forgiven while I may.
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