In distant countries I have been,

    And yet I  often seen

    A hy man, a man full grown

    eep in the public roads alone.

    But such a one, on English ground,

    And in t;

    Along the broad high-way he came,

    ears .

    Sturdy hough he was sad;

    And in his arms a lamb he had.

    urned aside,

    As if o hide:

    t he made essay

    to ears away.

    I followd ;My friend

    quot; ails you? w;

    --quot;Sy lamb,

    ears to ?ow.

    to-day I fetche rock;

    of all my ?ock.

    hen I was young, a single man.

    And after youthful follies ran,

    ttle given to care and t,

    Yet, so it ;

    And other sheep from her I raised,

    As  see,

    And then I married, and was rich

    As I could wiso be;

    Of sheep I numberd a full score,

    And every year encreasd my store.

    Year after year my stock it grew,

    And from this single ewe,

    Full ?fty comely sheep I raised,

    As s a ?ock as ever grazed!

    Upon tain did they feed;

    t hrive.

    --ty lamb of all my store

    Is all t is alive:

    And no if we die,

    And perisy.

    ten co feed,

    ime of need!

    My pride amed, and in our grief,

    I of the parish askd relief.

    thy man;

    My sain fed,

    And it  t took

    o buy us bread:quot;

    quot;Do to you,quot;

    t;o t;

    I sold a shey had said,

    And bougtle children bread,

    And their food;

    For me it never did me good.

    A ime it was for me,

    to see the end of all my gains,

    tty ?ock which I had reared

    ith all my care and pains,

    to see it melt like snow away!

    For me it was a woeful day.

    Anotill! and still another!

    A little lamb, and ts mother!

    It  never stoppd,

    Like blood-drops from my  they droppd.

    till ty  left alive

    they dwindled, dwindled, one by one,

    And I may say t many a time

    I wishey all were gone:

    they dwindled one by one away;

    For me it was a woeful day.

    to wicked deeds I was inclined,

    And wicked fancies crossd my mind,

    And every man I co see,

    I t he knew some ill of me

    No peace, no comfort could I ?nd,

    No ease, ,

    And crazily, and wearily,

    I  my .

    Oft-times I t to run away;

    For me it was a woeful day.

    Sir! to me,

    As dear as my own children be;

    For daily ore

    I loved my children more and more.

    Alas! it ime;

    God cursed me in my sore distress,

    I prayed, yet every day I t

    I loved my children less;

    And every week, and every day,

    My ?ock, it seemed to melt away.

    t to see!

    From ten to ?ve, from ?ve to three,

    A lamb, a her, and a ewe;

    And t last, from to two;

    And of my ?fty, yesterday

    I  only one,

    And  lies upon my arm,

    Alas! and I have none;

    to-day I fetc from the rock;

    It is t of all my ?ock.quot;