Poem July 1, 1933 Issue

A Shepherd's Song

DOROTHY THODY

His name shall be in their foreheads.—REVELATION 22:4.

White on the waking hills I oft have seen—
Where half delays the starred and peaceful night—
The cloudy sheep pass softly into light,
Like hawthorn drifted on the lovely green;
And in that hour have breathed Thy tenderest name:
Good Shepherd! go before, and guide Thy lamb.

Soft o'er the daisied grass on dewy eves,
The folding flocks all signed and numbered go,
Deep-writ with red upon their sides of snow.
I watch them—heaped together like blown leaves—
And oft have murmured then Thy tenderest name:
Good Shepherd! set Thy seal upon Thy lamb.

Oft have I marked the flocks in gentle pride
With sign for all to see, that men may know
Whose sheep among the upland pastures go.
Ah, Shepherd! call Thy lambkin to Thy side,
And mark me clearly with Thy holy name,
That all the world may know whose lamb I am.

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