In his arms thy silly lamb,
Lo, he gathers to his breast!
See, thou sadly bleating dam,
See him lift thy silly lamb!
Hear it cry, “How blest I am!
Here is love, and love is rest!”
In his arms thy silly lamb
See him gather to his breast!
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