Sheep and Lambs
All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad,
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road.
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road;
All in the April evening
I thought on the Lamb of God.
The lambs were weary, and crying
With a weak, human cry.
I thought on the Lamb of God
Going meekly to die.
Up in the blue, blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet
Rest for the little bodies,
Rest for the little feet
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Katharine Tynan (1861-1931)
from Ballads and Lyrics, 1891
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Katharine Tynan biography
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