THE CARELESS SHEPHERD.
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How like the world these flowery leas On which fantastic shadows play; And, lo, the shepherd sleeps at ease, And sheep like sinners go astray. The night mist broods o'er yonder mere; Wake, slumberer! lest thy Lord complain When the dim folding hour draws near, And thou shalt seek His lambs in vain. |
CHILD AND SNAKES.