St. Nicholas, Vol. 5, No. 4, February 1878 by Various


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Title: St. Nicholas, Vol. 5, No. 4, February 1878

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[Illustration: AFTER THE SNOW-STORM.]




ST. NICHOLAS.

VOL. V.
FEBRUARY, 1878.
No. 4.


[Copyright, 1878, by Scribner & Co.]



THE SHEPHERD-BOY.

BY EMILY S. OAKEY.


Little Roy led his sheep down to pasture,
And his cows, by the side of the brook;
But his cows never drank any water,
And his sheep never needed a crook.

For the pasture was gay as a garden,
And it glowed with a flowery red;
But the meadows had never a grass-blade,
And the brooklet--it slept in its bed;

And it lay without sparkle or murmur,
Nor reflected the blue of the skies.
But the music was made by the shepherd,
And the sparkle was all in his eyes.

Oh, he sang like a bird in the summer!
And, if sometimes you fancied a bleat,
That, too, was the voice of the shepherd,
And not of the lambs at his feet.

And the glossy brown cows were so gentle
That they moved at the touch of his hand
O'er the wonderful rosy-red meadow,
And they stood at his word of command.

So he led all his sheep to the pasture,
And his cows, by the side of the brook;
Though it rained, yet the rain never patter'd
O'er the beautiful way that they took.

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