W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
The Widow with the Two MitesGeorge MacDonald (18241905)
With scale of need and time;
There more and less have meanings strange,
Nor with our reason rhyme.
And service kingdom high;
Yea, poverty be bounty’s wealth,
To give like God thereby.
Nor mourn the lost control;
For if ye hoard them, surely so
Their rust will reach your soul.
When from wide hands they fall;
But here is one who brings two mites
And yet gives more than all.
Went home to care and need:
Perhaps the knowledge still delays,
And yet she has the meed.