Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Then climbing the mound that lifteth their cot
From the low and tide-washed sward,
At peace with themselves, and blessing their lot,
They draw round the evening board.
Though coarse the loaf that is broken here,
And it formeth, day by day,
With curds from the flock, their only cheer
Yet murmur nor want know they.
Now meekly, but clear, from each lowly shed
Ascendeth the hynm, and the prayer ;
The simple rite done, and the ' good-night ' said,
The household to rest doth repair.
And well may they slumber, so deep the repose ;
For there is nor sight nor sound,
Save the moon above, that so ruddy rose,
And the sea low moaning round.
