The gentle God, Who, compassionate,
Welcome’s Life’s Beggars within His gate.
So I went soft shod, with eyes grown dim,
Through His House Beautiful with Him.
And with hushed heart I sought and found
A Grave more dear than the graves around.
Did I think to find thee shut in and hid
In a man-made box, ’neath a man-made lid?
Thou, from the sunlight hidden away,
Who wert dew of the dawn and flame of day!