Revenge

Revenge is a two-edged sword —A brandished tool so grave to hold— Which if handled by an aggrieved hand, Might pierce right down to the soul! Yet often after a deed is done And the offender is paid as deemed, The voice of guilt in the offended Is hardly ever brought to a calm. For tho' by the whims of revenge The aggrieved is made to be at par, The hands of time on its fulcrum Would someday prove it to be a loss. What then is the need of a fight By a bitterness unquenchable, Which of its own is but a curse To whomever it claims to avenge?! Oh that all men may learn it so —However hard it may seem,— That calmness in the face of all err Is far a great remedy for the soul.