Pan
He knows the safe ways and unsafe
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 lambs
He settles them for rest at noon,
And plays them on his oaten pipe
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 JSNOTEPan == the companion of the nymphs, god of shepherds and flocks, of mountains, hunting and rustic music. Usually depicted playing pipes.
