human
Hireling, go; For a lamb's in the snow And exposed to the wild hungry beast; 'Tis no time to keep seat, Nor to rest weary feet, Nor to sit at a bounteous feast.
gpt
Here you have at your side All your flock save this one little sheep. Are the ninety and nine, All so safe and so fine, Not enough for the shepherd to keep?
human
Ah! this lamb from my side Presses near, very near, to my heart. Not its value in pay Makes me urge in this way, But the longings and achings of heart.
gpt
Let me wait till the day, O good shepherd, I pray; For I shudder to go in the dark On the mountain so high And its precipice nigh 'Mong the wolves with their frightening bark.
human
No; Surely some one must go Who can rescue my lamb from the cold, From the wolf's hungry maw And the lion's fierce paw And restore it again to the fold.