The Clod and the Pebble

"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 meters 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."