Compensations
Not
with
a
flash
that
rends
the
blue
Shall
fall
the
avenging
sword.
Gently
as
the
evening
dew
Descends
the
mighty
Lord.
His
dreadful
balances
are
made
To
move
with
moon
and
tide;
Yet
shall
not
mercy
be
afraid
Nor
justice
be
denied.
The
dreams
that
seemed
to
waste
away,
The
kindliness
forgot,
Were
singing
in
your
heart
today
Although
you
knew
them
not.
The
sun
shall
not
forget
his
road,
Nor
the
high
stars
their
rhyme,
The
traveller
with
the
heavier
load
Has
one
less
hill
to
climb.
And,
though
a
darker
shadow
fall
On
every
struggling
age,
How
shall
it
be
if,
after
all,
He
share
our
pilgrimage?
The
end
we
mourn
is
not
the
end.
The
dust
has
nimble
wings.
But
truth
and
beauty
have
a
friend
At
the
deep
heart
of
things.
He
will
not
speak?
What
friend
belies
His
love
with
idle
breath?
We
read
it
in
each
others'
eyes,
And
ask
no
more
in
death.