THE Hebrew girl, with flaming brow, The banner-blush of shame, Sinks at the sinless Saviour's knees And dares to breathe His name. From the full fountain of her eyes The lava-globes are roll'd— They wash His feet; she spurns them off With her ringlet-scarf of gold. The Meek One feels the eloquence Of agonizing prayer, The burning tears, the suppliant face, The penitential hair; And when, to crown her brimming woe, The ointment box is riven— "Rise, daughter, rise! Much hast thou loved, Be all thy sins forgiven!" Dear God! The prayers of good and pure, The canticles of light, Enrobe Thy throne with gorgeous skies, As incense in Thy sight; May the shivered vase of Magdalen Soothe many an outcast's smart, Teaching what fragrant pleas may spring From out a @3broken heart!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |