William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Shepherd - Poem by William Blake

How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.

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  • (12/30/2015 12:31:00 PM)

    .....super nice, I adore this poem ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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