Betwixt the saddle and the ground <br />Was mercy sought and mercy found. <br /> <br />Yea, in the twinkling of an eye, <br />He cried; and Thou hast heard his cry. <br /> <br />Between the bullet and its mark <br />Thy face made morning in his dark. <br /> <br />And while the shell sang on its path <br />Thou hast run, Thou hast run, preventing death. <br /> <br />Thou hast run before and reached the goal, <br />Gathered to Thee the unhoused soul. <br /> <br />Thou art not bound by Time or Space: <br />So fast Death runs : Thou hast won the race. <br /> <br />Thou hast said to beaten Death: Go tell <br />Of victories thou once hadst. All's well! <br /> <br />Death, here none die but thee and Sin <br />Now the great days of Life begin. <br /> <br />And to the Soul: This day I rise <br />And thee with Me to Paradise. <br /> <br />Betwixt the saddle and the ground <br />Was Mercy sought and Mercy found.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-mercy/
