“IS THY SERVANT A DOG?”
By John B. Tabb
So must he be, who in the crowded street,
Where shameless Sin and flaunting Pleasure meet,
Amid the noisome footprints finds the sweet
Faint vestige of Thy feet.
LILIUM REGIS
By Francis Thompson
O Lily of the King, low lies thy silver wing,
And long has been the hour of thine unqueening;