THE WOMEN WHO MINISTERED UNTO HIM.
Enough he labours for his hire;
Yea, nought can pay his pain;
- powers that wear and waste and tire, Need help to toil again.
They give him freely all they can,
They give him clothes and food;
In this rejoicing, that the man
Is not ashamed they should.
High love takes form in lowly thing;
He knows the offering such;
To them 'tis little that they bring,
To him 'tis very much.