A LITTLE BOY LOST
"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates
another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself 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 fiend is
here! said he:
"One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy
mystery."
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping 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 thing done on Albion's
shore?
A LITTLE BOY LOST
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