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34 "If the Sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain,

This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain;

For rain and mountain storms! the like thou need'st not fear—

The rain and storm are things which scarcely can come here.

"Rest, little Young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day

When my Father found thee first in places far away;

Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by none;

And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.

"He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home:

A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam?

A faithful Nurse thou hast; the Dam that did thee yean

Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been.

"Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this Can

Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran;

And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew

I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.