Katharine Tynan[Katharine Tynan Hinkson, Katharine Tynan-Hinkson, Katharine Hinkson-Tynan] (23 January 1861 - 2 Apirl 1931 / 23 January 1861 - 2 April 1931)
- by Katharine Tynan103
Here in the garden-bed, Hoeing the celery, Wonders the Lord has made Pass ever before me. I see the young birds build, And swallows come and go, And summer grow and gild, And winter die in snow.
Many a thing I note, And store it in my mind, For all my ragged coat That scarce will stop the wind. I light my pipe and draw, And, leaning on my spade, I marvel with much awe O'er all the Lord hath made.
Now, here's a curious thing: Upon the first of March The crow goes house-building In the elm and in the larch. And be it shine or snow, Though many winds carouse, That day the artful crow Begins to build his house.
But then-the wonder's big ! If Sunday fell that day, Nor straw, nor screw, nor twig, Till Monday would he lay. His black wings to his side, He'd drone upon his perch, Subdued and holy-eyed As though he were in church.
The crow's a gentleman Not greatly to my mind, He'll steal what seeds he can, And all you hide he'll find. Yet though he's bully and sneak, To small birds, bird of prey, He counts the days of the week, And keeps the Sabbath Day.
A Woman Commends Her Little Son
- by Katharine Tynan100
To the aid of my little son I call all the magnalities -- Archangel, Dominion, Powers and Principalities.
Mary without a stain, Joseph that was her spouse, All God's women and men, Out of His glorious House.
The Twelve Apostles by him: Matthew and Mark and John, Luke, the Evangelists nigh him, So he fight not alone.
Patrick, Columcille, Bride -- The Saints of the Irish nation; Keiran, Kevin beside, In the death and the desolation.
Listen, ye soldier saints, Sebastian, Ignatius, Joan, Be by his side; if he faints, Strengthen my little son.
In the Side of Christ I lay him, In the Wound that the spear made; In the pierced Hands I stay him, So I am not afraid.
On the knees of the Blessed Mary And in the fold of her arm, Refuge and sanctuary Where he shall take no harm.
To the Wound in the Heart of Christ, To the Trinity Three in One, To the Blood spilled out, unpriced, For love of my little son.
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