If I could have foreseen this hour, <br />What terror and anguish I had seen! <br />And not this time of joy at flower, <br />Cool waters and a garden green. <br /> <br />All day the battle in the East <br />Thunders. Dear Angels, keep him well! <br />His mother sits as to a feast. <br />O heart of steel invulnerable! <br /> <br />All night I sleep the young child's sleep <br />And waken to the robin's song, <br />Blithe as the bird. Dear Angels, keep <br />My darling the sharp spears among. <br /> <br />Ah now, I know whose Arms enfold, <br />I rest on such a mighty Heart; <br />He hides my eyes lest they behold, <br />In a most heavenly place apart. <br /> <br />Lord, if this ease be but a lull <br />Ere the deep seas are over my head, <br />I shall have had, O Beautiful! <br />This hour joy-filled and comforted.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-refreshment/
