Here you will find the Poem The Great Mercy of poet Katharine Tynan
Betwixt the saddle and the ground Was mercy sought and mercy found. Yea, in the twinkling of an eye, He cried; and Thou hast heard his cry. Between the bullet and its mark Thy face made morning in his dark. And while the shell sang on its path Thou hast run, Thou hast run, preventing death. Thou hast run before and reached the goal, Gathered to Thee the unhoused soul. Thou art not bound by Time or Space: So fast Death runs : Thou hast won the race. Thou hast said to beaten Death: Go tell Of victories thou once hadst. All's well! Death, here none die but thee and Sin Now the great days of Life begin. And to the Soul: This day I rise And thee with Me to Paradise. Betwixt the saddle and the ground Was Mercy sought and Mercy found.
