The Great War

from The Holy War, an electronic edition

The Truce of God

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.