Poem 2:
THE SHEPHERD
THE SHEPHERD
| How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot! |
| From the morn to the evening he strays; |
| He shall follow his sheep all the day, |
| And his tongue shall be filled with praise. |
| For he hears the lambs' innocent call, |
| And he hears the ewes' tender reply; |
| He is watchful while they are in peace, |
| For they know when their shepherd is nigh. |
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