NEVERTHELESS this Year of Grief <br />The Tree of God's in leaf. <br /> <br /> <br />The stem, the branch quickeneth <br />With sap, this year of Death. <br /> <br /> <br />For in the time of the flowering thorn <br />The Babe, the Babe, is born! <br /> <br /> <br />Christ's folk, look up, be not dismayed, <br />The Lord's in the cattle shed. <br /> <br /> <br />He comes, a little trembling One, <br />To a world else lost, undone. <br /> <br /> <br />With His poor folk He wills to stay <br />In this their difficult day. <br /> <br /> <br />Poor war-worn world, you shall have ease! <br />He signs your lasting peace. <br /> <br /> <br />He hath given His people rest from wars, <br />By the cold light of stars. <br /> <br /> <br />The charter of their peace shall stand <br />Writ by His hour-old hand. <br /> <br /> <br />The Tree of Paradise quickeneth. <br />Be still,--there is no death!<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-in-the-year-of-the-war/
