Compassion of heaven,
From night's crystal bars,
Falling so gently
In wreaths of white stars;
Petals of mystery
Culled in far lands;
Crosses of Calvary,
Wrought by strange hands;
Gems from His mountains,
Facets so rare,
Foam from His fountain
Eternally fair.
Why do they lovingly
Leave their fair home,
These leaves of God's gardens,
To stray on earth's loam?
See how they hover
Over faces so cold,
How reverently cover
The young and the old!
Compassion of heaven,
Tears from God's eyes,
Falling so gently
Out of the skies.