 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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A LED FLOCK.
Who keeps this flock of waves like sheep
Crested and curled as white as curds?
“I,” saith the Lord, “this great flock keep,
Yea, it obeys My lightest words.”
Crested and curled as white as curds?
“I,” saith the Lord, “this great flock keep,
Yea, it obeys My lightest words.”
O Lord, but yesternight this flock,
So innocent seeming in the sun,
Roared like wild beasts, and on the rock
Gored the drowned mariners every one.
So innocent seeming in the sun,
Roared like wild beasts, and on the rock
Gored the drowned mariners every one.
“But even then,” the Lord replied,
“The flock was Mine, and in such wrath
I gathered trembling to My side
The victims withered in its path.
“The flock was Mine, and in such wrath
I gathered trembling to My side
The victims withered in its path.
“Oh, if their mothers could but see
The estate of them the wild waves slew,
Then they would say, beholding Me,
‘The sea is His great Angel too!’”
The estate of them the wild waves slew,
Then they would say, beholding Me,
‘The sea is His great Angel too!’”
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