Fellow Suffering of Remorse

It is the arrow, not the cask that silences but ne'er the mask, truth's syndrome not alone in task, it is the grief that e'er will last! Could this be then so swollen fast, that grief be different, for each race, Aye, but the truth can ne'er efface the bending of the head, still place ~ The falling of the tear replace, Oh, that it be then grief I case to represent that saddened face that tithed its error as disgrace! Oh, will of God answers erase, that hurt's abiding chancery ~ place, the angel's stance to be Thy grace, let kingdom's rostrum cure deface!