Our guide Aine offered us this poem as we were riding through the countryside today:
Sheep and Lambs by Catherine Tynon
All in the April evening,
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 the 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 little lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.
Sheep and Lambs by Catherine Tynon
All in the April evening,
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 the 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 little lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.