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LAST OF THE FLOCK.
In distant countries I have been;
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy Man, a Man full grown,
He saw me, and he turned aside,
Then with his coat he made essay
I followed him, and said, “
"What ails you? wherefore weep you so?" -"Shame on me, Sir! this lusty Lamb,
He makes my tears to flow.
To-day I fetched him from the rock;
He is the last of all my flock.
When I was young, a single Man,
And after youthful follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see;
Of sheep I numbered a full score,
And every year increas'd my store.
• Year after year my stock it grew,
As sweet a flock as ever grazed!
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
-This lusty Lamb of all my store
Is all that is alive;
And now I care not if we die,
And perish all of poverty.
Six Children, Sir! had I to feed,
My pride was tamed, and in our grief,
They said I was a wealthy man ;
And it was fit that thence I took
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due ?"
I sold a sheep, as they had said,
A woeful time it was for me,
To see the end of all my gains,
To see it melt like snow away!
Another still! and still another!
It was a vein that never stopp'd
Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd.
Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,
And I may say, that many a time
I wished they all were gone :
They dwindled one by one away;
To wicked deeds I was inclined,
And wicked fancies cross'd my
And every man I chanc'd to see,
Oft-times I thought to run away;
Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me,
God cursed me in my sore distress;