Saturday, November 8, 2014

And builds............................................



























'Love seeketh not itself to please,
'Nor for itself hath any care,
'But for another gives its ease,
'And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'

So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

'Love seeketh only self to please,
'To bind another to its delight,
'Joys in another's loss of ease,
'And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.'

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