TRUE HOMAGE

AMY RUTH WENZEL.

The Christ is guest at many a princely board
Where each one owns himself as lord,
Where none of those with whom he sits at meat
Would deign to kneel and wash his feet.

But some poor Mary, wounded by sin's dart,
The alabaster jar—her heart—
Will break, and lavishly, with tears, will pour
The costly oil of love, its store.

And, as of old, the haughty host will stare,
The guests a smile politely wear;
Discerning not 'tis broken hearts are shriven,—
Who greatly loves is much forgiven.

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