He saw me, and he turned aside, I followed him, and said, "My Friend, What ails you? wherefore weep you so?" "Shame on me, Sir! this lusty Lamb, He makes my tears to flow. To-day I fetched him from the rock; When I was young, a single Man, Of sheep I numbered a full score, And every year increased my store. VOL. I. K Year after year my stock it grew; Is all that is alive; And now I care not if we die, And perish all of poverty. Six Children, Sir! had I to feed; My pride was tamed, and in our grief They said I was a wealthy man ; And it was fit that thence I took "Do this: how can we give to you," They cried, "what to the poor is due ?" I sold a sheep, as they had said, And bought my little children bread, And they were healthy with their food; it never did me good. For me A woeful time it was for me, To see the end of all my gains, The pretty flock which I had reared To see it melt like snow away! Another still! and still another! A little lamb, and then its mother! It was a vein that never stopp'd— Like blood-drops from my heart they dropp'd. Till thirty were not left alive They dwindled, dwindled, one by one, And I may say, that many a time I wished they all were gone: To wicked deeds I was inclined, I went my work about. Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me, God cursed me in my sore distress; They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see! I had but only one: And here it lies upon my arm, Alas! and I have none; To-day I fetched it from the rock; |