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1757–1827

THE SHEPHERD

William Blake

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he stays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lambs’ innocent call, And he hears the ewes’ tender reply; He is watching while they are in peace, For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.

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