The Garden Of Love |
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The Garden Of Love
"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."
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