<h3><SPAN name="22">THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE</SPAN></h3>
‘Love seeketh not itself to please,<br/>
Nor for itself hath any care,<br/>
But for another gives its ease,<br/>
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.’
<br/><br/>So sung a little clod of clay,<br/>
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,<br/>
But a pebble of the brook<br/>
Warbled out these metres meet:
<br/><br/>‘Love seeketh only Self to please,<br/>
To bind another to its delight,<br/>
Joys in another’s loss of ease,<br/>
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.’
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