THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE

THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE‘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 brookWarbled 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.’Illustration:

‘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 brookWarbled 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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