Friday, 18 April 2014

SHEEP AND LAMBS

ALL in the April morning,
  April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
  Pass'd me by on the road.
  
The sheep with their little lambs
     Pass'd me by on the road;
All in an 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.
  
Rest for the Lamb of God
  Up on the hill-top green;
Only a cross of shame
  Two stark crosses between.
  
All in the April evening,
  April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs,
  And thought on the Lamb of God.


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