W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
Mary
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)H
Nor other thought her mind admits,
But, he was dead, and there he sits,
And he that brought him back is there.
All other, when her ardent gaze
Proves from the living brother’s face,
And rests upon the Life indeed.
Borne down by gladness so complete,
She bows, she bathes the Saviour’s feet
With costly spikenard and with tears.
Whose loves in higher love endure;
What souls possess themselves so pure,
Or is there blessedness like theirs?