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"Nought loves another as itself'
Nor venerates another so'
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than its self to know.
"And,father,how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door."
The priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
"Lo, what a friend is here! said he;
"One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mestery."
The weaping child could not be heard,
The weaping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt'
And bound him in an iron chain,
And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such thin done on albion's shore?
- by Rogue_Kensai |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/12/2009 |
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- Title: A Little Boy Lost
- Artist: Rogue_Kensai
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- Date: 11/12/2009
- Tags: little lost
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