Poem November 29, 1941 Issue

I Met a Shepherd Singing

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

I met a shepherd singing
As night drew down
Like a tattered shawl
With its edges torn.
I heard a shepherd singing
High above the storm,
On a lonely hill
With all paths gone,
But the lamb in his bosom
Lay mourning;
O quivering lamb,
Why do you weep?
Though the wind is rising
And the hill is steep,
Are you not covered
From the slanting rain?
O little one,
Lie still again.

I thought of lambs
On another road,
I thought of the outstretched
Arms of God.
I shall rest easier,
Closer to Him,
Since I've seen how the lambs
Are folded in.
I shall remember If e'er I come
To a lonely place
With all paths gone.