- now the living words are poured Into one listening ear;
- many guests are at the board, And many speak and hear.
With sacred foot, refrained and slow,
With daring, trembling tread,
- comes, in worship bending low Behind the godlike head.
- costly chrism, in snowy stone, A gracious odour sends;
- little hoard, by sparing grown, In one full act she spends.
- breaks the box, the honoured thing! See how its riches pour!
- priestly hands anoint him king Whom peasant Mary bore.
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- so does John the tale repeat: He saw, for he was there,
Mary anoint the Master's feet,
And wipe them with her hair.
Perhaps she did his head anoint,
And then his feet as well;
- John this one forgotten point Loved best of all to tell.
'Twas Judas called the splendour waste,
'Twas Jesus said--Not so;
Said that her love his burial graced:
"Ye have the poor; I go."
- hands unwares outsped his fate, The truth-king's felon-doom;
- other women were too late, For he had left the tomb.