EDEN PHILLPOTTS
Then old man's talk o' the days behind 'e, Your darter's youngest darter to mind 'e; A li'l dreamin', a li'l dyin': A li'l lew corner o' airth to lie in.
��KATHARINE TYNAN HINKSON 893 Sheef and Lambs
^ LL in the April morning, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Pass'd me by on the road.
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��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 lambb 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.
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