Poems (Jackson)/The Good Shepherd

by Helen Hunt Jackson

For works with similar titles, see The Good Shepherd.

THE GOOD SHEPHERD.

ATE at night I saw the shepherd Toiling slow along the hill.With a smile of joy and patience, Facing night winds strong and chill.In his arms and in his bosom Lay the lambs content and still.

When the day broke, from the valley I looked up and saw no moreOf the patient, smiling shepherd I had seen the night before;But new mounds along the hillside Lay in sunshine, frozen hoar!