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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Shepherd Hymn

Gladys Hensel

MY sheep hear my pipe-call—

To fine grass sweet with dew I lead them

The morn-hour.

They are refreshed and strengthened and fed;

Trees thick with leaves afford them cool shade.

My sheep hear my pipe-call—

To brown depths of the stream I lead them

The noon-hour.

On bright ripples their warm mouths are fed;

The low wind disturbs not their quiet shade.

My sheep hear my Christ-call—

Through rough world-work to life I lead them

Till eve-hour.

Of spirit immortal they are fed;

My great wing spreads over them calm shade.