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it within with wool and clay. And bye and bye, like heath-bells gilt with dew, There lay her shining eggs as bright as flowers, Ink-spotted over, shells of green and blue; And there I witness'd, in the summer hours, A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly, Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky. _J. Clare_ CLX _THE LAST OF THE FLOCK_ 1 In distant countries have I been, And yet I have not often seen A healthy man, a man full grown, Weep in the public roads alone; But such a one, on English ground, And in the broad highway I met; Along the broad highway he came, His cheeks with tears were wet; Sturdy he seem'd, though he was sad; And in his arms a lamb he had. 2 He saw me, and he turn'd aside, As if he wish'd himself to hide: And with his coat did then essay To wipe those briny tears away. I follow'd him and said, 'My friend, What ails you! wherefore weep you so?' --'Shame on me, sir! this lusty lamb, He makes my tears to flow. To-day I fetch'd him from the rock; He is the last of all my flock. 3 'When I was young, a single man, And after youthful follies ran, Though little given to care and thought, Yet so it was, an ewe I bought; And other sheep from her I raised, As healthy sheep as you might see; And then I married, and was rich As I could wish to be; Of sheep I number'd a full score, And every year increas'd my store. 4 'Year after year my stock it grew; And from this one, this single ewe, Full fifty comely sheep I raised, As fine a flock as ever grazed! Upon the Quantock Hills they fed; 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. 5 'Six children, sir, had I to feed; Hard labour, in a time of need! My pride was tamed, and in our grief, I of the parish ask'd relief, They said I was a wealthy man; My sheep upon the uplands fed, And it was fit that thence I took Whereof to buy us bread. 'Do this; how can we give to you,' They cried, 'what to the poor is due?' 6 'I sold a sheep, as they had said, And
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