The Good Shepherd by Kenelm Hungerford

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 6, 1911

The Good Shepherd

By Kenelm Hungerford

KENELM HUNGERFORD

For Him the blood of battle never flowed; No little children wept their fathers' fate; No conquering army, devastating, rode With mighty crime to make his memory great.

So great and good the purpose that he toiled, So warm his heart of love, so broad and true, His page no blot of malice ever soiled, Though marked by many a trace that sorrow drew.

The broad and blessed river of his life Flowed through a dreary desert of despair; And ever flows where sands of sin and strife Crave heaven's dew to cool their dreadful glare.

Chill fear of poverty (and come it may On those in mansion grand or humble shed), No other can so softly soothe away As he who had not where to lay his head.

With grief and tears all hushed below the sod, The past is but a history of sorrow; The future holds one hope, the Shepherd good, Who promises a glorious to-morrow.

Boengoeran, Soerabaya, Java.