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Poems (Rice)/After-thoughts

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4528424Poems — After-thoughtsMaria Theresa Rice
AFTER-THOUGHTS.
I THANK the gentle friend who calls
On me to pass an hour;
An unexpected courtesy
Has over me such power—
Especially when my sad heart
Is very ill at ease;
A friendly call at any time
Can never fail to please.

I thank them; if induced to come,
Their plea it matters not;
To feel you have remembrance won
Will cheer the hardest lot;
Aye, even with a soft rebuke,
For strange remarks I've made,
I'll love the more if they will try
But gently to dissuade.

Great mirthfulness I fancy too;
Such as was given me
Is very hard oft to subdue
When wrought to high degree;
Comparisons continually
I seem inclined to draw,
As though perfection all were mine,—
In me no sin or flaw.

My greatest fault, my vanity
To think such one my friend;
A strangeness, like insanity,
The first thing I offend;
But when by look, by word, or deed
An injury I have done,
I quickly will their pardon plead
Until forgiveness won.

Few weave reproach with tact or skill
Through graceful tête-à-tête;
An arrow gemmed with flowers will
Wound deep at any rate;
You know the wound will sooner heal
If rightly balm's applied;
Its soothing influence you feel,
This cannot be denied.

I know there are but very few
Who will my shafts repel;
With bitterness they don't imbue
Before they run and tell;
Most true, they seldom hesitate
To render back my due—
However small the debt, or great,
Return with interest too.

Alas for Christian charity;
No saving grace have I;
Myself, a huge disparity,
I cannot justify:
How much I'll thank them if they'll call,
My coming short to tell
To me; and I will love them all,
How much, a cannot tell.