Briefs

Water Turned INTO WINE THE CONSCIOUS water saw its God and blushed. THE WIDOW’S MITES Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land, Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand: The other’s wanton wealth foams high, and brave; The other cast away, she only gave. “TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY” Two went to pray? O, rather say, One went to brag, the other to pray; One stands up close and treads on high, Where the other dares not lend his eye; One nearer to God’s altar trod, The other to the altar’s God.

Collection: 
English
1633
Richard Crashaw
Sub Title: 
VI. Human Experience

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