SHEPHERD, on before thy sheep, Hear thy lamb that bleats behind! Scarce the track I stumbling keep! Through my thin fleece blows the wind! Turn and see me, Son of Man! Turn and lift thy Father's child; Scarce I walk where once I ran: Carry me—the wind is wild! Thou art strong—thy strength wilt share; My poor weight thou wilt not feel; Weakness made thee strong to bear, Suffering made thee strong to heal! I were still a wandering sheep But for thee, O Shepherd-man! Following now, I faint, I weep, Yet I follow as I can! Shepherd, if I fall and lie Moaning in the frosty wind, Yet, I know, I shall not die— Thou wilt miss me—and wilt find! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |