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    '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 his 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 things done on Albion's shore?
　　

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