John Dyer (Джон Дайер)

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Ah gentle shepherd, thine the lot to tend,
Of all, that feel distress, the most assail'd,
Feeble, defenceless: lenient be thy care:
But spread around thy tend'rest diligence
In flow'ry spring-time, when the new-dropt lamb,
Tott'ring with weakness by his mother's side,
Feels the fresh world about him; and each thorn,
Hillock, or furrow, trips his feeble feet:
O guard his meek sweet innocence from all
Th'innum'rous ills, that rush around his life,
Mark the quick kite, with beak and talons prone,
Circling the skies to snatch him from the plain;
Observe the lurking crows; beware the brake;
There the sly fox the careless minute waits;
Nor trust thy neighbour's dog, not earth, nor sky
Thy bosom to a thousand cares divide.

1. An Epistle to a Friend in Town
2. To Aurelia
3. To Aaron Hill, Esq.
4. The Country Walk
5. Written at Ocriculum, in Italy, 1725

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