He bore the whole world's crown of thorn—
For her sake, too, that crown was worn!
THE DEVIL'S DUE.
A priest tells how, in his youth, a church was built by the free labour of love—as was men's wont in those days; and how the stone and wood were paid for by one who had grown rich on usury and the pillage of the poor—and of what chanced thereafter.
Arsenius, priest of God, I tell,
For warning in your younger ears,
Humbly and plainly what befel
That year—gone by a many years—