Poems (Dorr)/Martha
MARTHA
Yea, Lord!—Yet some must serve. Not all with tranquil heart,Even at thy dear feet,Wrapped in devotion sweet, May sit apart!
Yea, Lord!—Yet some must bear The burden of the day,Its labor and its heat,While others at thy feet May muse and pray!
Yea, Lord!—Yet some must do Life's daily task-work; someWho fain would sing, must toilAmid earth's dust and moil, While lips are dumb!
Yea, Lord!—Yet man must earn, And woman bake the bread!And some must watch and wakeEarly, for others' sake, Who pray instead!
Yea, Lord!—Yet even thou Hast need of earthly care.I bring the bread and wineTo thee, O Guest Divine! Be this my prayer!