Judge not; the workings of his brain
And of his heart you cannot see;
What looks to your dim eyes a stain,
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won field,
Where you would only faint and yield.
ADELAIDE A. PROCTER.
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Updated: November 17, 2019