Dartmoor on a clear Spring day – 2016.
A pastoral scene of ewes and their lambs contentedly grazing on the banks of Burrator Reservoir. The light on the water and through the trees – made me think of a poem I learnt as a child from a little book of prayers. Many years on – I found myself joyfully reciting the words as I continued around the reservoir road…
‘The Lamb’ by William Blake
Little lamb, who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!
