SHE fed her trembling life with lies.
‘O sinful sin!’ she said;
‘I dare no longer feed it lies
In place of bread.’
Her trembling life sank near to death —
She knew no bread to give.
Girl, doom it not straightway to death!
Lies let it live!
And so she wept and fed it lies —
There seemed nought else to do.
It lived! It throve! O lies, lies
That may be true!