Classic Poem

THE MARRIAGE AT CANA .

The Hand that strews the earth with flowers
Enriched the marriage feast with wine;
The Hand once pierced for sins of ours
This morning made the dew-drops shine;

Makes rain-clouds palaces of art,
Makes ice-drops beauteous as they freeze;
The Heart that bled to save, — thaTheart
Sends countless gifts each day to please;

Spares no minute refining touch
To paint the flower, to crown the feast,
Deeming no sacrifice too much, —
Has care and leisure for the least;

Gives freely of its very best,
Not barely what the need may be,
But for the joy of making blest. —
Teach us to love and give like Thee!

Not narrowly men's claims to measure,
But question daily all our powers:
To whose cup can we add a pleasure?
Whose path can we make bright with flowers?