I am filled of compassion. Lo, would I bend down, Succoring, lending of my love, Enough to fashion cloaks For them I see. With the smile of mercy I know the dealing of wrath Is undone. What I have Looked upon is writ upon My heart. I ask me not why, For I understand. I would not Undo the day with the reasoning Of wisdom. Rather would I Listen unto God, whose wisdom Ne'er shouteth, but whispereth. I would pluck no new thing To balm the earth; for I know There is but one shadow In which to rest, but one smile Whose light may warm the chill That sets the day. Oh, I am a fellow with my Brother, And my Father is nigh. |