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 seiz'd his hair:
He led him by his little coat,
all admir'd the priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
`Lo! what a fiend is here,' said he,
`One who sets reason up for judge
our most holy Mystery.'
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain;
They stripp'd him to his little
And bound him in an iron chain;
And burn'd him in a holy place,
Where many had been burn'd before:
The weeping parents wept in vain.
such things done on Albion's shore?
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