II.
“She hath done what she could. Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this
gospel shall be preached throughout the whole world, this also that she
hath done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her.”
Mary, the only glory sweet
To any Christian's heart is thine!
Hidden beside the Master's feet,
Lost in that dearer light to shine;
Whilst evermore the heart obeys
The sermon of thy listening looks,
Learning religion from thy gaze
Better than from a thousand books.
Thy silence is His sweetest psalm,
While from His lips thy name distils,
And, dropping like thy precious balm,
Ever His house with fragrance fills.