Song of Compassion (1958).

Song of Compassion (1958)

   Little voice!
   Little voice!
   Do you hear me?
   Do you hear me calling?
   I can hear your rhythmic voice?
   Do you hear me calling?
   Can I ask you for a favour?
   None graver asked before
   Can I ask your patience?
   And your wise Counsel?
   Are you still my friend?
   Shall I come to you?
   Shall I weep my bitter tears
   One by one till none are left
   Only blissful hopefulness.

   Oh yes! I know--"Go
   weep your tears
   Between soft laps
   Or full bosoms
   Balloons of passion".
   So soon I would
   If only I could crush fear
   If only I could snatch
   From those grey pools
   Your compassion

   So little voice within me
   Listen to my story
   Give me cheer and hope
   Take me above the storms of life
   The weathered broken dykes
   And swollen river banks.
   Stay the angry injured hands
   That would drive the spikes
   Through these outstretched hands.
   Take from me my despair
   Let me see beyond the fear of death.