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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 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.'

HOLY THURSDAY.

Is this a holy thing to see

In a rich and fruitful land,

Babes reduced to misery,

Fed with cold and usurous hand?

Is that trembling cry a song?

Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!

And their sun does never shine,

And their fields are bleak and bare,

And their ways are filled with thorns,
It is eternal winter there.

For where'er the sun does shine,
And where'er the rain does fall,
Babe can never hunger there,

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Nor poverty the mind appal.

THE LITTLE GIRL LOST.

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IN futurity

I prophesy

That the earth from sleep
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Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
In the southern clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,

Lovely Lyca lay.

Seven summers old
Lovely Lyca told.

She had wandered long,

Hearing wild birds' song.

'Sweet sleep, come to me,
Underneath this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Where can Lyca sleep?

'Lost in desert wild
Is your little child.

How can Lyca sleep
If her mother weep?

'If her heart does ache,
Then let Lyca wake;
If my mother sleep,
Lyca shall not weep.

'Frowning, frowning night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,

While I close my eyes.'

Sleeping Lyca lay,

While the beasts of prey,

Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.

The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the hallowed ground.

Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay ;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,

And upon her neck,

From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came ;

While the lioness

Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the sleeping maid.

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