LOVE'S FLOCK

BELLE A. MUNDY.

Shepherd our thoughts, O loving One!
That they may follow Thee—
A white flock, treading in the steps
Of Christ's own purity.

The least of these, our little thoughts,
Shall raise a plaintive cry,
That haply wanderers may hear,
And find a brother nigh.

The tiny lamb upon Thy breast,
Too young to walk alone,
A symbol is of human thought
Till it hath stronger grown.

The lost sheep on the hillside bare,
Thou shalt seek out and find,
Folded again our thoughts shall be,
In the eternal Mind.

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