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John Keble · 73 of 110

Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity — The Rule of Christian forgiveness

Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? St. Matthew xviii. 21.

What liberty so glad and gay, As where the mountain boy, Reckless of regions far away, A prisoner lives in joy?

The dreary sounds of crowded earth, The cries of camp or town, Never untun’d his lonely mirth, Nor drew his visions down.

The snow-clad peaks of rosy light That meet his morning view, The thwarting cliffs that bound his sight, They bound his fancy too.

Two ways alone his roving eye For aye may onward go, Or in the azure deep on high, Or darksome mere below.

O blest restraint! more blessed range! Too soon the happy child His nook of homely thought will change For life’s seducing wild:

Too soon his alter’d day-dreams show This earth a boundless space, With sun-bright pleasures to and fro Sporting in joyous race:

While of his narrowing heart each year, Heaven less and less will fill, Less keenly, thorough his grosser ear, The tones of mercy thrill.

It must be so: else falls The Saviour’s voice unheard, While from His pard’ning Cross He calls, “O spare as I have spar’d?”

By our own niggard rule we try The hope to suppliants given! We mete out love, as if our eye Saw to the end of Heaven.

Yes, ransom’d sinner! wouldst thou know How often to forgive, How dearly to embrace thy foe, Look where thou hop’st to live; —

When thou hast told those isles of light, And fancied all beyond, Whatever owns, in depth or height, Creation’s wondrous bond;

Then in their solemn pageant learn Sweet mercy’s praise to see: Their Lord resign’d them all, to earn The bliss of pardoning thee.