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222 A work which is not here, a covenant

'Twill be between us——but whatever fate

Befall thee, I shall love thee to the last,

And bear thy memory with me to the grave."

The Shepherd ended here; and Luke stoop'd down,

And as his Father had requested, laid

The first stone of the Sheep-fold; at the sight

The Old Man's grief broke from him, to his heart

He press'd his Son, he kissed him and wept;

And to the House together they return'd.

Next morning, as had been resolvd, the Boy

Began his journey, and when he had reach'd

The public Way, he put on a bold face;

And all the Neighbours as he pass'd their doors

Came forth, with wishes and with farewell pray'rs,

That follow'd him 'till he was out of sight.