Here you will find thePoemPrayer At Nightof poet Katharine Tynan
Lord, for the one who dies alone This night without companion, I cannot rest, I cannot sleep. O shepherd of the piteous sheep Run with Thy crook, and lift in haste The poor head to Thy loving breast. Oh slake his deadly thirst from streams Of Paradise, and give him dreams Of the mild weather, the green sward. Bind up his bitter wounds, O Lord, And give him comfort. Let him know His Shepherd 'tis that loves him so. Thou countest Thy flock: not one is lost But Thou goest seeking, for Thou knowest The poor things creep away to die Where none shall find save Thou art nigh. Thou tak'st them to Thy arms, Thy knees, And Thy sick lambs have sweetest ease. Now I shall close my eyes in sleep, Nor fret since they are Thine to keep, Oh, happy sheep, to have such care, The poorest, Love's own prisoner, Who comforts as his mother might, Rocking him into sleep at night.
