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Katharine Tynan - The Truce of God
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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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