Down in the vale the lazy sheep

Are roaming at their will,

But I would be away to weep

Upon the windy hill,

For Summer's song is in my heart,

Her kiss is on my brow,

As here I kneel alone, apart,

To consecrate our vow.

Ah, doubly poor the gift shall be

That links my soul with hers,

For she has given her all to me

While I can give but tears!

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OUR DAILY BREAD.

"Give us this day our daily bread!" O prayer

By Jesus taught, thou hast become a cry

For starveling mouths in Famine's ghastly lair—

A beggar's plaint when Dives passes by.

We have forsook the Temple of the Soul

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