03. THE WOLVES AND THE SICK ASS.
In sickness sore an Ass was laid,
While far and near the rumour spread,
That, ere another night should pass,
Grim Death would carry off the Ass.
Some Wolves, who solemn faces wore
Came rapping to the stable door,
And sought, with looks of great concern,
The patient's hapless state to learn.
The Colt, who watched his parent's bed,
Come softly to the door, and said,
"My mother begs you will retire,
She's better far than you desire."
Where there is life, there is hope. Hypocrisy unmasked is truth vindicated. [more info]
In sickness sore an Ass was laid,
While far and near the rumour spread,
That, ere another night should pass,
Grim Death would carry off the Ass.
Some Wolves, who solemn faces wore
Came rapping to the stable door,
And sought, with looks of great concern,
The patient's hapless state to learn.
The Colt, who watched his parent's bed,
Come softly to the door, and said,
"My mother begs you will retire,
She's better far than you desire."
Where there is life, there is hope. Hypocrisy unmasked is truth vindicated. [more info]
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