Sheep and Lambs
Katharine Tynan Hinkson
1861 to 1931
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All in the April morning,
April airs were abroad;
sheep with their little lambs
Pass'd me by on road.
The sheep with their little lambs
Pass'd me on the road;
All in an April evening
I on the Lamb of God.
The lambs were weary, crying
With a weak human cry;
I thought on Lamb of God
Going meekly to die.
Up in blue, blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet:
Rest for little bodies,
Rest for the little feet.
Rest for Lamb of God
Up on the hill-top green;
Only cross of shame
Two stark crosses between.
All in April evening,
April airs were abroad;
I saw the with their lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.