A motherless soft lambkin
Along upon a hill;
No mother's fleece to shelter him
And wrap him from the cold: -
I'll run to him and comfort him,
I'll fetch him, that I will;
I'll care for him and feed him
Until he's strong and bold.
The sensitivity of the human soul is enfolded in this write.
Look there is GODs mercy on this hill it seems still Jesus is there for Lambkin and comes to us with all benedictions and care... great hand in penned
I am particularly fond of Mahtab Bangalee's comment below. Caught the essence if this gentle loving poem.
Thank you Christina Georgina Rossetti... Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Here the helpfulness of a person has been astutely inscribed. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute, seriously. nice work.