The Alabaster Box

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Title:     The Alabaster Box
Author: John Oxenham [More Titles by Oxenham]

The spikenard was not wasted;--
All down the tale of years,
The fragrance of that broken alabaster
Still clings to Mary's memory,
As clung its perfume sweet unto her Master.

Not less than Martha,
Mary served her Lord,
Although she but sat worshipping,
While Martha spread the board.

They also minister to Christ,
And render noblest duty,
Whose sweet hands touch life's common rounds
To Fragrance and to Beauty.

[The end]
John Oxenham's poem: Alabaster Box

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