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Rh THE GREAT MERCY

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!