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The Shepherd's Lament.

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On yonder lofty mountain     A thousand times I stand,     And on my staff reclining,     Look down on the smiling land.     My grazing flocks then I follow,     My dog protecting them well;     I find myself in the valley,     But how, I scarcely can tell.     The whole of the meadow is cover'd     With flowers of beauty rare;     I pluck them, but pluck them unknowing     To whom the offering to bear.     In rain and storm and tempest,     I tarry beneath the tree,     But closed remaineth yon portal;     'Tis all but a vision to me.     High over yonder dwelling,     There rises a rainbow gay;     But she from home hath departed     And wander'd far, far away.     Yes, far away bath she wander'd,     Perchance e'en over the sea;     Move onward, ye sheep, then, move onward!     Full sad the shepherd must be.

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