He knows the safe ways and unsafe <br />And he will lead the lambs to fold, <br />Gathering them with his merry pipe, <br />The gentle and the overbold. <br /> <br />He counts them over one by one, <br />And leads them back by cliff and steep, <br />To grassy hills where dawn is wide, <br />And they may run and skip and leap. <br /> <br /> <br />And just because he loves the lambs <br />He settles them for rest at noon, <br />And plays them on his oaten pipe <br />The very wonder of a tune.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pan-5/
