The LORD @3is@1 my herd, nae want sal fa' me: 2 He louts me to lie amang green howes; he airts me atowre by the lown watirs: 3 He waukens my wa'-gaen saul; he weises me roun, for his ain name's sake, intil right roddins. 4 Na! tho' I gang thro' the dead-mirk-dail; @3e'en thar@1, sal I dread nae skaithin: for yersel @3are@1 nar-by me; yer stok an' yer stay haud me baith fu' cheerie. 5 My buird ye hae hansell'd in face o' my faes; ye hae drookit my heid wi' oyle; my bicker is @3fu' an'@1 skailin. 6 E'en sae sal gude guidin an' gude-gree gang wi' me, ilk day o' my livin; an' ever syne i' the LORD'S ain howff, @3at lang last@1, sal I mak bydan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO THE WHITE FIENDS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |