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He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps His tender brother Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
He feeds as a lamb might,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in fields of light A lamb, his brother,
Feeds, and is clothed in white.
Katharine Tynan
Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish writer,[1] known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to t
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