A Good Shepherd
Near Lake Fane the sheep graze in thy green meadow.
At ease, ewes are seen nibbling field blades most fine,
where fierce lion's shape may cast no grave shadow
or shows dire snake hole.
For ye make sure thy sheep are made safe these nights
from great teeth that tear meat and brake bones so bold.
And cold stream to lake's made still by side runoff
to hold so shallow.
This thy oak staff's sheep's certain safeguard gainst foes.
Sling's also alongside the oak stave we see.
Thus sheep sleep secure aye beneath huge shade trees
without fear nearby.
New scene speaks of bucolic peace made by night
for those under his care in closed gate sheepfold.
Then he make his fire frying rice cakes, grease beans,
and feeds male collie.
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