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And still another soars on loftier wing,
SPRING SABBATH WALK.
JVXOST earnest was his voice! most mild his
look, As with rais'd hands he bless'd his parting flock. He is a faithful pastor of the poor; He thinks not of himself; his Master's words, Feed, feed my sheep,* are ever at his heart,
* " So when he had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon,