THE FOLDED FLOCK
Reading edition
By Wilfrid Meynell
I saw the shepherd fold the sheep, With all the little lambs that leap. O Shepherd Lord, so I would be Folded with all my family. Or go they early, come they late, Their mother and I must count them eight.
And how, for us, were any heaven If we, sore-stricken, saw but seven? Kind Shepherd, as of old Thou’lt run And fold at need a straggling one.