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Hail, bounteous friends! who kindly guide
Our steps in paths of peace,
Ye ne'er shall be by us forgot,
Till life and memory cease;
But daily, when we kneel in prayer,
We 'll ask of Him above,
To shed his blessing on your souls
For all your deeds of love.
The Pet-Lamb.
My Lamb, where hast thou been
Roaming abroad all day?
Cropping thy food in pastures green,
Where the bright waters play?
But of the sunny vale
Thou 'rt weary now, I see,
So, thou may'st come and tell thy tale,
And rest thy head on me.
