Katharine Tynan

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road
The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road;

As up and down I fare by road and street The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet Who die for mine and me, That we go safe and free,
Sit in the sun, sleep soft and find life sweet
I have two sons too young to fight, too young,
God gran...

Our father, ere he went Out with his brother,
Death,
Smiling and well-content As a bridegroom goeth,
Sweetly forgiveness prayed From man or beast whom he Had ever

Such innocent companionship Is hers, whether she wake or sleep, 'Tis scarcely strange her face should wear The young child's grave and innocent air
All the night long she hath by her The quiet breathing, the soft stir,
Nor knows how in t...

The house where I was born,
Where I was young and gay,
Grows old amid its corn,
Amid its scented hay

She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing,
Lullaby, my Baby
But why dost Thou cry

The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He's but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind,
But the soul they could not harm goes singing like the lark, Like the incarnate Joy that will not be confined
The Lady at the Hall h...