Fiddler's Farewell/Saul! Saul!

by Leonora Speyer

Saul! Saul!

I braced myself in that vast hour,
Marking His mighty nod,
Strange winds directed my poor aim:
I hurled my soul to God.

I saw His casual Hand reach out,
The gaping stars grew dim,
My soul lay weeping in His Palm:
Well caught! I cried to Him.