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He knows the safe ways and
And he will lead the lambs to fold,
Gathering them with his merry pipe,
The gentle and the overbold.
He counts them over one by one,
And leads them back by cliff and steep,
To grassy hills where dawn is wide,
And they may run and skip and leap.
And just because he loves the
He settles them for rest at noon,
And plays them on his oaten
The very wonder of a tune.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 60-61]Poem Dated: France,
March 11th, 1917.
Words and spelling verified
Pan == the companion of the nymphs, god of shepherds and flocks, of mountains, hunting and rustic music.
Usually depicted playing pipes.
Francis Ledwidge
Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917) was an Irish war poet and soldier from County Meath.[1] Sometimes known as the "poet of
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