| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | Mary’s Gift | | George Thomas Coster (1835–1912) |
| | | IT was her best, and yet how poor | |
| That cruise of spikenard sweet and rare! | |
| She entered in at Simon’s door | |
| With trembling, though familiar there. | |
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| What could she give to Him whose call | 5 |
| Had brought her brother back from death? | |
| It was her best, yet poor and small | |
| For Him, the Lord of pulse and breath! | |
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| He took the fragrant gift: a wreath | |
| Of praise He twined about her name. | 10 |
| It lit for Him the cave of Death: | |
| “Against my burial she came!” | | | | |
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