All in the April evening, <br />April airs were abroad; <br />The sheep with their little lambs <br />Passed me by on the road. <br /> <br />The sheep with their little lambs <br />Passed me by on the road; <br />All in the April evening <br />I thought on the Lamb of God. <br /> <br />The lambs were weary and crying <br />With a weak, human cry. <br />I thought on the Lamb of God <br />Going meekly to die. <br /> <br />Up in the blue, blue mountains <br />Dewy pastures are sweet; <br />Rest for the little bodies, <br />Rest for the little feet. <br /> <br />But for the Lamb of God, <br />Up on the hill-top green, <br />Only a Cross of shame <br />Two stark crosses between. <br /> <br />All in the April evening, <br />April airs were abroad; <br />I saw the sheep with their lambs, <br />And thought on the Lamb of God.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sheep-and-lambs/
