“Not far from New York, a cemetery lone,
Close guarding its grave, stands a simple headstone,
And all the inscription is one word alone—
“Forgiven.”
It shews not the date of the silent one’s birth.
Reveals not his frailties, nor lies of his worth,
But speaks out the tale from his few feet of earth—
“Forgiven.”
And when from the heavens the Lord shall descend,
This stranger shall rise, and to glory ascend,
Well known and befriended, to sing without end—
“Forgiven.”