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(The way will seem less tedious)-journey on
Singing: and I will ease thee of thy load. M. Cease, lad. We'll do what lies before us
now: Then sing our best, when comes the Master
The shepherds came. The lazy herdsmen came.
The Cretan arrow from the Parthian bow:
Pooh! will this heal thy madness ? will that god
-Sung are, oh holy ones, your minstrel's songs: Who sits here framing pipes with slender reed. In Gallus' eyes will ye enhance their worth: Gallus—for whom each hour my passion grows, As swell green alders when the spring is young. I rise. The shadows are the singer's bane : Baneful the shadow of the juniper.
80 Een the flocks like not shadow. Go—the star Of morning breaks-go home, my full-fed sheep.