There is a looking glass beyond the sea

That shows her subject many secret things,

The things that are, the things that yet may be,

And memories from long forgotten springs.

Go looking for this mirror if you dare;

It’s hidden underneath a castle wall.

Go look indeed at beauties, rich and fair.

But don’t forget the victims of the fall:

The boy that starves and shivers in his rags,

The girl without a roof above her head.

Remember brutes, remember dreadful nags,

And don’t deny them friendship or your bread.

In them you’ll see more sacred wonders pass

Than any missing magic looking glass.