Poems (Prescott)/Offerings
OFFERINGS
Such costly treasure the wise men gave,
To the baby in Palestine;
Burnished gold, which mayhap some slave
Unearthed from a sunless mine,
Myrrh and frankincense, rare and fine,
Nothing of theirs too good or sweet,
To lay at the baby's feet.
To the baby in Palestine;
Burnished gold, which mayhap some slave
Unearthed from a sunless mine,
Myrrh and frankincense, rare and fine,
Nothing of theirs too good or sweet,
To lay at the baby's feet.
What do we offer our Lord in heaven?
Frankincense of holy thought?
Wrongs forgiven seventy times seven
Loving kindness rendered for naught,
Deeds, precious as gold the Magi brought?
Nothing of ours too costly or sweet,
To lay at His wounded feet.
Frankincense of holy thought?
Wrongs forgiven seventy times seven
Loving kindness rendered for naught,
Deeds, precious as gold the Magi brought?
Nothing of ours too costly or sweet,
To lay at His wounded feet.