Classic Poem

The lamb seeks bitter heath to eat;
The salt it is he loves and not the sweet;
Like falling rain upon the dust his rustling feet

To reach his end, by nothing stayed,
He butts and thrusts with great strokes of his head;
Then, clamouring for his dam, is anxiously obeyed

God's Lamb, thou Saviour of us men;
God's Lamb, who tell'st us passing to our pen;
God's Lamb, have pity of us that we are but men.

Give us thy peace; O Lamb, abate
For us the terror of thy dread just hate;
O God, the only son of God the Uncreate.