COMPASSION

He was a failure, and one day he died.

Across the border of the mapless land

He found himself among a sad-eyed band

Of disappointed souls; they, too, had tried

And missed their purpose. With one voice they cried

Unto the shining Angel in command:

‘ Oh, lead us not before our Lord to stand,

For we are failures, failures! Let us hide.’

Yet on the Angel fared, until they stood

Before the Master. ( Even His holy place

The hideous noises of the earth assailed. )

Christ reached His arms out to the trembling brood,

With God's vast sorrow in His listening face.

Come unto Me,’ He said;‘ I, too, have failed.’