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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.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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