Pebble in the Brook
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โฑ๏ธ 3:07 duration
๐ ID: 2109068
๐ Lyrics
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 sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle' s feet:
But a pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres 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.
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell ' s despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle' s feet:
But a pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres 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.