[Written for the Sentinel]

The Syrian Shepherd

On silent Syrian hills the shepherd watched,Communing in the fragrant star-filled darkWith all-pervading peace, which settled downO'er folded flocks of sheep and little lambs,All trustful in appealing helplessness;Content to feel the shepherd's hov'ring care;Content to rest where'er his presence bides.

Soft, drowsy rustlings stir the peaceful flocks,—The shuffling sound of little nestling lambs;And wide-awake, alert to prowling foe,Wrapped in his mantle, as his flock is wrappedIn his protecting love, the shepherd stands,Leaning upon his staff. Oh, Shepherd of the world,So standest Thou, at watch above Thy sheep!

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