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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
THE LOST LAMB; 
OR, 
THE CHILD SAVED. 
BY H. C. DEAKIN, ESQ. 
Author of “ Portraits of the Dead.” 
Morn rose upon the purple hills, 
In all his pomp display’d ; 
Flash’d forth like stars a hundred rills, 
In valley, plain, and glade. 
The foaming mist, day’s chilly shrine, 
Into the clouds upeurl’d, 
Forth broke in majesty divine 
The Grampians’ giant world. 
It was a glorious sight to view 
Those mountain forms unfold,— 
The Heavens above intensely blue, 
The plains beneath like gold. 
Day woke, a thousand songs arose, 
Morn’s orisons on high, 
Earth’s universal heart o’erflows 
To Him beyond the sky. 
