The Clod and the Pebble

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1. ‘Love seeketh not itself to please,
2. Nor for itself hath any care,
3. But for another gives its ease,
4. And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.’
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6. So sung a little clod of clay,
7. Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
8. But a pebble of the brook
9. Warbled out these metres meet:
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11. ‘Love seeketh only Self to please,
12. To bind another to its delight,
13. Joys in another’s loss of ease,
14. And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.’