MARTHA AND MARY.
I
‘O Sister! leave you thus undone
The bidding of the Lord?
Or call you this a welcome? Run,
And deck with me the board.’
Thus Martha spake; but spake to one
Who answered not a word:
For she kept ever singing,
‘There is no joy so sweet
As musing upon one we love;
And sitting at his feet!’
II
‘O Sister! must my hands alone
His board and bath prepare?
His eyes are on you! raise your own:
He'll find a welcome there!’
Thus spake again in loftier tone
That Hebrew woman fair.
But Mary still kept singing,
‘There is no joy so sweet
As musing upon him we love;
And resting at his feet!’
