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SHEEPFOLD.

1

The sheep were in the fold at night,
And now a new-born lamb
Totters and trembles in the light,
Or bleats beside its dam.

2

How anxiously the mother tries,
With every tender care,
To screen it from inclement skies,
And the cold morning air!

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3

The hailstorm of the east is fled,
She seems with joy to swell,
Whilst ever as she bends her head,
I hear the tinkling bell.

4

So while for me a mother's prayer
Ascends to heaven above,
May I repay her tender care
With gratitude and love!