A Song for the New Year {1915}

By Katharine Tynan

THE Year of the Sorrows went out with great wind:

Lift up, lift up, O broken hearts, your Lord is kind,

And He shall call His flock home where no storms be

Into a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea.

There shall be bright sands there and a milken hill,

They shall lie in the sun there and drink their fill,

They shall have dew and shade there and grass to the knee,

Safe in a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea.

He shall bind their wounds up and their tears shall cease:

They shall have sweetest pillows and a bed of ease.

Come up, come up and hither, O little flock, saith He,

Ye shall have sheltered havens out of sound of the sea.

The first day of New Year strewed the sea with dead.

Lift up, lift up, O broken heart and hanging head!

The Lord walks on the waters and a Shepherd is He

They shall have sheltered havens out of sound of the sea.