Poem by Katharine Tynan

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. 

But 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.

1. Any Mother
2. 'Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead
3. Unhousel'd, Unanointed, Unanel'd
4. The Convent Garden
5. His Footstep

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