Poems of William Blake

 The Shepherd

 How sweet is the Shepherd’s sweet lot! 
 From the morn to the evening he stays;
 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 watching while they are in peace,
 For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.