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SHEEP AND LAMBS

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.

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