Old Shep­herd’s Prayer

Evergreen - - The Evergreen Prayer - CHAR­LOTTE MEW ( 1869- 1928)

Up to the bed by the win­dow, where I be lyin’, Comes bells and bleat of the flock wi’ they two

chil­dren’s clack. Over, from un­der the eaves there’s the

star­lings flyin’, And down in yard, fit to burst his chain,

yap­ping out at Sue, I do hear young Mac.

Turn­ing around like a falled- over sack I can see team ploughin’ in Withy­bush field and meal carts startin’ up road to Church Town; Satur­day arter­noon, the men goin’ back And the women from mar­ket, trapin’ home

over the down.

Heav­enly Master, I wud like to wake to they

same green places Where I be know’d for breakin’ dogs and

fol­lerin’ sheep. And if I may not walk in th’ old ways and look

on th’ old faces I wud sooner sleep.

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