Three times in Bethany, that hallowed spot, Is Mary pictured at the Master's feet. At home she sat there, all but Him forgot. When Lazarus lay dead, she ran to meet Her Lord and there she threw herself in gloom, In Simon's house she knelt with Spikenard rare, Anointing Him beforehand for the tomb, And wiping off the perfume with her hair; So that wherever Mary moved with grace, She bore the fragrance with her through the hall. Oh! let us, too, be found in that dear place Of blest communion, offering Him our all. Thus will we bear about a savor sweet, That men may know we've been at Jesus' feet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM STANZAS TO M.P. by BERNARD BARTON MORGUE: 2. LOVELY CHILDHOOD by GOTTFRIED BENN PSALM 8, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PREFERENCE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |