(Written in her thirteenth year.) <br /> <br />The Shepherd feeds his fleecy flock with care, <br />And mourns to find one little lamb has strayed; <br />He, unfatigued, roams through the midnight air, <br />O'er hills, o'er rocks, and through the mossy glade. <br /> <br />But when that lamb is found, what joy is seen <br />Depicted on the careful shepherd's face, <br />When, sporting o'er the smooth and level green, <br />He sees his fav'rite charge is in its place. <br /> <br />Thus the great Shepherd of his flock doth mourn, <br />When from his fold a wayward lamb has strayed, <br />And thus with mercy he receives him home, <br />When the poor soul his Lord has disobeyed. <br /> <br />There is great joy among the saints ih heaven, <br />When one repentant soul has found its God, <br />For Christ, his Shepherd, hath his ransom given, <br />And sealed it with his own redeeming blood!<br /><br />Lucretia Maria Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-good-shepard/
