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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fourth Shepherd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For Thomas Walsh) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On nights like this the huddled sheep<br> Are like white clouds upon the grass,<br>And merry herdsmen guard their sleep<br> And chat and watch the big stars pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a pleasant thing to lie<br> Upon the meadow on the hill<br>With kindly fellowship near by<br> Of sheep and men of gentle will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lean upon my broken crook<br> And dream of sheep and grass and men --<br>O shameful eyes that cannot look<br> On any honest thing again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On bloody feet I clambered down<br> And fled the wages of my sin,<br>I am the leavings of the town,<br> And meanly serve its meanest inn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tramp the courtyard stones in grief,<br> While sleep takes man and beast to her.<br>And every cloud is calling &quot;Thief!&quot;<br> And every star calls &quot;Murderer!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hand of God is sure and strong,<br> Nor shall a man forever flee<br>The bitter punishment of wrong.<br> The wrath of God is over me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With ashen bread and wine of tears<br> Shall I be solaced in my pain.<br>I wear through black and endless years<br> Upon my brow the mark of Cain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor vagabond, so old and mild,<br> Will they not keep him for a night?<br>And She, a woman great with child,<br> So frail and pitiful and white. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good people, since the tavern door<br> Is shut to you, come here instead.<br>See, I have cleansed my stable floor<br> And piled fresh hay to make a bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is some milk and oaten cake.<br> Lie down and sleep and rest you fair,<br>Nor fear, O simple folk, to take<br> The bounty of a child of care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On nights like this the huddled sheep --<br> I never saw a night so fair.<br>How huge the sky is, and how deep!<br> And how the planets flash and glare! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn beside my drowsy flock<br> What winged music I have heard!<br>But now the clouds with singing rock<br> As if the sky were turning bird. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O blinding Light, O blinding Light!<br> Burn through my heart with sweetest pain.<br>O flaming Song, most loudly bright,<br> Consume away my deadly stain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> V </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stable glows against the sky,<br> And who are these that throng the way?<br>My three old comrades hasten by<br> And shining angels kneel and pray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door swings wide -- I cannot go --<br> I must and yet I dare not see.<br>Lord, who am I that I should know --<br> Lord, God, be merciful to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> VI </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Whiteness, whiter than the fleece<br> Of new-washed sheep on April sod!<br>O Breath of Life, O Prince of Peace,<br> O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</a><div class=q>
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On nights like this the huddled sheep
 Are like white clouds upon the grass,
And merry herdsmen guard their sleep
 And chat and watch the big stars pass. 

It is a pleasant thing to lie
 Upon the meadow on the hill
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