075. April Evening at the Fountain.

April Evening, Yes . . . and the year was 2005!

Reminds me of a seldom-heard-now, famous hymn of the same name by Katherine Tynan:-

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road.

The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road;
All in the April evening
I thought on the Lamb of God.

The lambs were weary and crying
With a weak, human cry.
I thought on the Lamb of God
Going meekly to die.

Up in the blue, blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet;
Rest for the little bodies,
Rest for the little feet.

But for the Lamb of God,
Up on the hill-top green,
Only a Cross of shame
Two stark crosses between.

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.

A search via Google revealed a brief biography of this prolific Dublin writer,

who lived from 1859 to 1931.

Check out:

http://www.poemhunter.com/katharine-tynan/biography/

This young father and daughter appeared minutes later at the same venue, enjoying the glorious weather.