The sheep were in the fold at night,
And now a new-born lamb
Totters and trembles in the light,
Or bleats beside its dam.
How anxiously the mother tries,
With every tender care,
To screen it from inclement skies,
And the cold morning air!
The hailstorm of the east is fled,
She seems with joy to swell,
Whilst ever as she bends her head,
I hear the tinkling bell.
So while for me a mother's prayer
Ascends to heaven above,
May I repay her tender care
With gratitude and love!
Sheepfold. (from The Villager's Verse-book.)
William Lisle Bowles
(1)
Poem topics: heaven, joy, light, night, head, sheep, hear, cold, morning, screen, gratitude, prayer, love, mother, I love you, tender, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
<< The Withered Leaf. (from The Villager's Verse-book.) Poem
Supposed Address To Bishop Ken.[208] Poem>>
Write your comment about Sheepfold. (from The Villager's Verse-book.) poem by William Lisle Bowles
Best Poems of William Lisle Bowles