THE LOST LAMB

Dark seemed the night while the little lamb strayed,Hungry and weary and cold;Steep seemed the hillside and lonely the pathFar from the warmth of the fold.

Shepherd of sheep, did you hear the faint cryMuffled by distance and fright?Surely your care for the least of the flockGuided your footsteps that night!

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