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Sun, 03 Aug 2008
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 As I said last night, we are going to work in the castle today, and I have, all over!
The Pet Lamb
by William
Wordsworth
The dew
was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard
a voice it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
And looking over the hedge, before me I espied a
snow - white mountain lamb, with a maiden at its
side.
No other sheep were near, the lamb was
all alone, and by a slender cord was tethered to a
stone; With one knee on the grass did the little
maiden kneel, while to that mountain lamb she gave
its evening meal.
The lamb, while from her
hand he thus his supper took, seemed to feast with
head and ears; and his tail with pleasure
shook.
"Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said
in such a tone that I almost received her heart
into my own. . . .
Here is a little prayer
that I was reminded of whilst writing this little
verse.
  Heavenly Father, hear our
thanks,
For thy loving care.
Help us now to
show our love,
And each blessing
share.
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