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To airy shelves of pastures green
That hang along the mountain side
Where grass & flowers together lean
& down through mists the sunbeams
glide
But nought can tempt the timid
things
Those steep & rugged paths to try
Though sweet the shep-herd calls &
sings
& scared below the pastures lie,
Till in his arms the lambs he takes
Along the dizzy heights to go
Then, heedless of the rifts & breaks
They follow on, on rock & snow,
'Till in those pastures lifted fair
More dewy sweet than lowlands mead
The Shepherd drops his tender care

And Sheep & Lambs together feed

This Parable by nature taught [sic]
Breathed on me, as the south wind
free
On frozen streams that glow unsheathed
From icy thraldome [sic], to the Sea.
A blissful vision through the
night
Did all our happy senses sway
Of the Good Shepherd on the height
Of toiling up the rugged way,
Holding our little Lamb asleep
While, like the burden of the Sea
Sounded his voice along the deep -
Say [ nid ?] - "Arise & follow me."