Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен)
The Truce of God
After Suvla Now to the stricken doe And the wounded hind There comes the Mercy of God That is cool and kind. To the hapless creature He made He giveth rest. All the woes of the world Lie on His breast. The tender Physician giveth The drug of sleep, Lest that His dove, His daughter, Awake and weep. Beyond all dreams of delight Is the quiet peace, He carries His lamb in His arms, The blood on her fleece.
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