The Good Shepherd With The Kid
_He
saves
the
sheep,
the
goats
he
doth
not
save._
So
rang
Tertullian's
sentence,
on
the
side
Of
that
unpitying
Phrygian
Sect
which
cried:
"Him
can
no
fount
of
fresh
forgiveness
lave,
Who
sins,
once
washed
by
the
baptismal
wave."--
So
spake
the
fierce
Tertullian.
But
she
sighed,
The
infant
Church!
of
love
she
felt
the
tide
Stream
on
her
from
her
Lord's
yet
recent
grave.
And
then
she
smiled;
and
in
the
Catacombs,
With
eye
suffused
but
heart
inspired
true,
On
those
walls
subterranean,
where
she
hid
Her
head
in
ignominy,
death,
and
tombs,
She
her
good
Shepherd's
hasty
image
drew--
And
on
his
shoulders,
not
a
lamb,
a
kid.