Katharine Tynan Hinkson.

1861-1931

893   Sheep and Lambs

ALL in the April evening,
    April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
    Pass’d me by on the road.

The sheep with their little lambs
    Pass’d 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.

But for the Lamb of God
    Up on the hill-top green,
Only a cross of shame
    Two stark crosses between.

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