The Refreshment

If I could have foreseen this hour,
    What terror and anguish I had seen!
And not this time of joy at flower,
    Cool waters and a garden green.

All day the battle in the East
    Thunders. Dear Angels, keep him well!
His mother sits as to a feast.
    O heart of steel invulnerable!

All night I sleep the young child's sleep
    And waken to the robin's song,
Blithe as the bird. Dear Angels, keep
    My darling the sharp spears among.

Ah now, I know whose Arms enfold,
    I rest on such a mighty Heart;
He hides my eyes lest they behold,
    In a most heavenly place apart.

Lord, if this ease be but a lull
    Ere the deep seas are over my head,
I shall have had, O Beautiful!
    This hour joy-filled and comforted.