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A cruel, cruel, cruel thing -

Breaking stone, breaking stone!

Why can't we leave the poor, dumb thing

As we would be - alone?

And yet, perhaps lament is vain -

Perhaps, if left alone,

Man would remain forever man,

And stone forever stone.

— Malcolm Schloss

When the Beloved, loving beauty,

laid out the Garden of Creation,

You were the fairest flower that bloomed;

and still today that is your blessed station.

The rest of us are border patterns

enclosing, setting off your Rose

A carpet for the Beloved's feet

when he enjoys your fragrance at day-close.

His glance is only for your beauty,

and by it your joy is complete;

But we, although un-noticed, have

the gladness of the impress of His feet.

—Francis Brabazon

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