The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS.



UNTO the diamond with a flaw
     The perfect pebble spake:
“Alas, poor sister, some great law
     Of heaven you did break,

“Since Imperfection’s curse I see

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     Whene’er your form I view;
But cheer up! Some day you may be
     A perfect pebble, too.” [Page 93]