In love toward the unlovely, and to give,
Each day I live,
To every hour with outstretched hand, its meed
Of not-to-be-regretted thought and deed.
—Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald.
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MARTHA OR MARY?
I cannot choose; I should have liked so much
To sit at Jesus' feet—to feel the touch
Of his kind gentle hand upon my head