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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS
The Shepherd.
Among the hills of night my thoughts
Go wandering lost and lorn;
No rest they find, or gleam of light
To solace them till morn;
Stumbling they fare, and know not where
Safe pasturage to win:
Oh, Shepherd Sleep, across the steep
Go out and call them in!
An errant flock, they follow far
By bitter pools of tears,
Lured on by Memory's lonely voice
And tracked by stealthy fears;
But wanderings cease, doubt sinks in peace,
If once the fold they win;
Oh, Shepherd Sleep, across the steep
Go out and call them in!
Elizabeth Roberts Macdonald.
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