THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
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This was her song, who sat in shade,
Her meek hands on her bosom laid,
Sign of the cross unwitting made;
She was not young, she was not fair:
The sad notes floated sweet and slow,
As autumn leaves swim to and fro
On golden seas of sunny air.
Her meek hands on her bosom laid,
Sign of the cross unwitting made;
She was not young, she was not fair:
The sad notes floated sweet and slow,
As autumn leaves swim to and fro
On golden seas of sunny air.
"O Love!" I said, "which loveth best?
O Love, dear Love! which wins thy rest?"
But Love was gone; and, in the west,
The sun, which gave one woman sun,
And gave the other woman shade,
Sank down; on each the cold night laid
Its silence, and each song was done.
O Love, dear Love! which wins thy rest?"
But Love was gone; and, in the west,
The sun, which gave one woman sun,
And gave the other woman shade,
Sank down; on each the cold night laid
Its silence, and each song was done.
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
ATE at night I saw the shepherdToiling slow along the hill.
With a smile of joy and patience,
Facing night winds strong and chill.
In his arms and in his bosom
Lay the lambs content and still.
When the day broke, from the valley
I looked up and saw no more
Of the patient, smiling shepherd
I had seen the night before;
But new mounds along the hillside
Lay in sunshine, frozen hoar!
I looked up and saw no more
Of the patient, smiling shepherd
I had seen the night before;
But new mounds along the hillside
Lay in sunshine, frozen hoar!
