A LITTLE BOY LOST

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?