All In The April Evening...

Painting by William Kay Blalock

All in the April evening,

April airs were abroad;

The sheep with their little lambs

Pass'd me by on the road.

The sheep with their little lambs

Pass'd me by on the road;

All in the April evening

I thought of the Lamb of God.

The lambs were weary, and crying

With a weak human cry;

I thought of 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, the Lamb of God

Up on the hill-top green

Only a cross, 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 of the Lamb of God.

Katherine Tynan, 1891