FOLDING TIME by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL

I

"Jesus, herds pursue
Their scattered sheep;
'Tis time my Lambkin, too,
Were safe in sleep."

"Mother, as you would;
Upon your breast
I'll win Me bed and food,
Yea, drink My rest."

II

"Mary, He's away!
May one and all
Thus willingly obey
Their slumber-call."

"Joseph, build a fold
Of wattled gleams
And sheen o' thatch, to hold
His fleecy dreams."

III

("@3Shepherds, gather nigh:
Help Me pursue
Yon scattered lambkins, ay,
And kidlings, too.@1")

"Waking, little Son?
Lu-lay-na-shoon."
('@3But ninety-nine -- there's one@1 --')
"Husheen-na-hoon."

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