uch that only those who had
this temper could at all perceive His divine significance. The
Pharisee could not see that significance simply because he was not
accustomed to see men as men. He had no real interest in man as man.
He was not a lover of his kind. Hence, when the Son of Man came out of
Nazareth, the Pharisee was too careless or too supercilious to regard
Him with interest. The divine wonder passed him by; all he saw was a
wandering fanatic with no place to lay His head. He could not pierce
the disguise of circumstance, and bow in love and awe before the soul
of Jesus because he was not accustomed to discern the soul in common
people. And so there came home to me the awful truth that I was not a
lover of my kind. I was even as the Pharisees, and in denying my
regard and love to the lowliest of men and women I was rejecting Jesus
Christ. That which had seemed to me a strange exaggeration or an
enigmatic sentence, now became a rational principle, a saying that had
its root in the deep truth and reality of things; inasmuch as I showed
not love to the least of these, my fellows, I denied my love to Jesus
Christ Himself.

THE LAW OF COMPASSION

_THE TRUE MUSIC_

_Not for the things we sing or say
He listens, who beside us stoops;
Too worn the feet, too hard the way,
Too sore the Cross wherewith He droops,
And much too great the need that cries
From these bruised eyelids and dim eyes._

_He waits the water from the spring
Of kindness in the human heart,
The touch of hands, whose touches bring
A coolness to the wounds that smart,
The warm tears falling on His feet
Than precious ointment much more sweet._

_O Lord, the way is hard and steep,
Help me to walk that way with Thee,
To watch with Thee, and not to sleep
Heedless of Thy Gethsemane,
Till love becomes my worshipping,
Who have no other gift to bring._

_It is no hour for angel-harp,
The sky is dark, the Cross is near,
The agony of Death is sharp,
The scorn of men upbraids Thine ear.
Fain would I leave all empty creeds,
And make a music of my deeds._

XII

THE LAW OF COMPASSION

Thus to love our fellow men is a difficult business,--there is none
harder. It is so difficult that only a few in any age succeed on so
conspicuous a scale as to attract prolonged attention. Yet the secret
of success is not obscure; it lies in that