| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | The Widow with the Two Mites | | George MacDonald (1824–1905) |
| | | HERE much and little shift and change, | |
| With scale of need and time; | |
| There more and less have meanings strange, | |
| Nor with our reason rhyme. | |
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| Sickness may be more hale than health, | 5 |
| And service kingdom high; | |
| Yea, poverty be bounty’s wealth, | |
| To give like God thereby. | |
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| Bring forth your riches; let them go, | |
| Nor mourn the lost control; | 10 |
| For if ye hoard them, surely so | |
| Their rust will reach your soul. | |
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| Cast in your coins, for God delights | |
| When from wide hands they fall; | |
| But here is one who brings two mites | 15 |
| And yet gives more than all. | |
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| She heard not, she, the mighty praise | |
| Went home to care and need: | |
| Perhaps the knowledge still delays, | |
| And yet she has the meed. | 20 | | | |
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