Poems (Tynan)/Sheep and Lambs
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.