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 28 Where my goats browse on the scarce grass or leap From stone to stone.

I am looking for strayed sheep; Something has troubled me and in my trouble I let them stray. I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more; but when I had driven every rhyme into its place The sheep had gone from theirs.

I know right well What turned so good a shepherd from his charge.