Memorials of Theophilus Trinal, Student By Thomas T. Lynch. Third Edition, Enlarged |
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AN EXCHANGE.
If the love of truth abate,
Faith can only work by hate;
Souls will sicken, churches die,
Faith supplanting charity;
An exchange the simple rue,
For this false faith flouts the true.
Faith can only work by hate;
Souls will sicken, churches die,
Faith supplanting charity;
An exchange the simple rue,
For this false faith flouts the true.
Sweet Charity, that pretty bird,
Her nest with feathers lined,
And far around her song was heard,
“Come, let us all be kind.”
Her nest with feathers lined,
And far around her song was heard,
“Come, let us all be kind.”
But Faith, the wicked Cuckoo came,
And dropp'd an egg therein,
A naughty bird, too strong for shame,
And very bold in sin.
And dropp'd an egg therein,
A naughty bird, too strong for shame,
And very bold in sin.
And so among the nurslings hatch'd
By Charity's warm breast,
Was one, alas! that little match'd
In temper with the rest.
By Charity's warm breast,
Was one, alas! that little match'd
In temper with the rest.
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And, ah! upon a cruel day,
In wilful, wicked mood,
He, while the mother was away,
Thrust out her tender brood.
In wilful, wicked mood,
He, while the mother was away,
Thrust out her tender brood.
Sweet Charity, her song grew sad,
Though soft and varied, too;
But Faith felt very proud and glad,
And cried aloud, “Cuckoo!”
Though soft and varied, too;
But Faith felt very proud and glad,
And cried aloud, “Cuckoo!”
To call out this the whole day long,
Was all that he could do;
And ever hoarser grew his song,—
“Cuckoo, Cuckoo-oo, Cuckoo-oo-oo!”
Was all that he could do;
And ever hoarser grew his song,—
“Cuckoo, Cuckoo-oo, Cuckoo-oo-oo!”
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