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Lia Pale - The Poor Shepherd Lyrics

The sun was sunk beneath the hill,
The Western clouds were lin’d with gold,
The sky was clear, the winds were still,
The flocks were pent within the fold;
When from the silence of the grove
poor Damon thus despair’d of love.

Who seeks to pluck the fragrant rose
from the bare rock or oozy beach
Who from each barren weed that grows,
Expects the grape or blushing peach,
With equal faith may hope to find
The truth of love in Humankind.