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 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 a hilltop 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.

THE MAKING OF BIRDS

God made Him birds in a pleasant humour; Tired of planets and suns was He. He said: "I will add a glory to summer, Gifts for my creatures banished from Me!"