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 lambs, And thought on the Lamb of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE WRAITH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE BROOK: WINTER by LAURA ABELL |