On Yonder Lofty Mountain A Thousand Times I Stand, And On My Staff Reclining, Look Down On The Smiling Land. My Grazing Flocks Then I Follow, My Dog Protecting Them Well; I Find Myself In The Valley, But How, I Scarcely Can Tell. The Whole Of The Meadow Is Cover'D With Flowers Of Beauty Rare; I Pluck Them, But Pluck Them Unknowing To Whom The Offering To Bear. In Rain And Storm And Tempest, I Tarry Beneath The Tree, But Closed Remaineth Yon Portal; 'Tis All But A Vision To Me. High Over Yonder Dwelling, There Rises A Rainbow Gay; But She From Home Hath Departed And Wander'D Far, Far Away. Yes, Far Away Bath She Wander'D, Perchance E'En Over The Sea; Move Onward, Ye Sheep, Then, Move Onward! Full Sad The Shepherd Must Be.