HE knows the safe ways and unsafe And he will lead the lambs to fold, Gathering them with his merry pipe, The gentle and the overbold. He counts them over one by one, And leads them back by cliff and steep, To grassy hills where dawn is wide, And they may run and skip and leap. And just because he loves the lambs He settles them for rest at noon, And plays them on his oaten pipe The very wonder of a tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ITALICS ARE RICHARD GIFFORD'S by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 6. ALLAH-AS-SALAM by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |