The Emerald Story Book

Sheep and Lambs

Katharine Tynan

All in the April morning
    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 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.

All in the April evening
    April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs,
    And thought on the Lamb of God.