Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Conscience

by Florence Earle Coates

For other versions of this work, see Conscience (Coates).

CONSCIENCE

THE friend I loved betrayed my trust
And bowed my spirit to the dust.
I keep the hurt he gave, yet know
He was forgiven long ago.

From him I did not merit ill,
But I would bear injustice still,
Content, could years of guiltless woe
Undo the wrong I did my foe.