Poem June 26, 1937 Issue

The Guest

(John 12)

FANNY DE GROOT HASTINGS

Martha prepared the supper and served him
Whom the Pharisees scoffed at and mocked;
Precious to her were the shining curved rim
Of his glass and the lintel his hand had knocked.

The house was filled with the odor of spikenard,
Oil of Valerian richly spiced;
And the eyes of Mary glistened like starred
Heavens, beholding the beauty of Christ.

And he whom the Master loved, their brother
Lazarus, raised from an impotent tomb,
Sat at the table, the only other
So conscious of Life in that holy room.

When on the morrow Jesus departed,
Hosannas preceded the thunderbolt;
But the three in the house were quiet hearted,
Knowing who sat on the ass's colt.

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