THE Year of the Sorrows went out with great wind: <br />Lift up, lift up, O broken hearts, your Lord is kind, <br />And He shall call His flock home where no storms be <br />Into a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea. <br /> <br />There shall be bright sands there and a milken hill, <br />They shall lie in the sun there and drink their fill, <br />They shall have dew and shade there and grass to the knee, <br />Safe in a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea. <br /> <br />He shall bind their wounds up and their tears shall cease: <br />They shall have sweetest pillows and a bed of ease. <br />Come up, come up and hither, O little flock, saith He, <br />Ye shall have sheltered havens out of sound of the sea. <br /> <br />The first day of New Year strewed the sea with dead. <br />Lift up, lift up, O broken heart and hanging head! <br />The Lord walks on the waters and a Shepherd is He <br />They shall have sheltered havens out of sound of the sea.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-for-the-new-year-1915/
