And,in a later time,ere yet the Boy
Had put on boy's attire,did Michael love,
Albeit of a stern unbending mind,
To have the Young-one in his sight,when he
Wrought in the field,or on his shepherd’s stool
Sate with a fettered sheep before him stretched
Under the large old oak,that near his door
Stood single,and,from matchless depth of shade,
Chosen for the Shearer’s covert from the sun,
Thence in our rustic dialect was called
The CLIPPING TREE,a name which yet it bears.
There,while they two were sitting in the shade,
With others round them,earnest all and blithe,
Would Michael exercise his heart with looks
Of fond correction and reproof bestowed
Upon the Child,if he disturbed the sheep
By catching at their legs,or with his shouts
Scared them,while they lay still beneath the shears.
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