Classic Poem

In Bedlem, of Jewry,
The Gentles brought Thee myrrh:
In the breast of Mother Mary
Was somewhat ailed her.

Frankincense for Priesthood,
Gold for a King's head;
But what is this for Lambkin,
The myrrh of the dead?

It was all in Bedlem
They brought Him burial myrrh;
Be easy, Mother Mary—
There shall come another:

She that of Magdala's street
Shall carry her name,
Yet of Thy Son's feet
Shall bear her lovely fame—

Wise Men came to Jewry,
And wise gifts brought they;
But a woman in a garden
Shall throw her myrrh away.