To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair:
She heard in the city that Jesus was there:
Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board,
She silently knelt at the feet of her Lord!
2 The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek,
Hung dark on the blushes that glowed on her cheek;
And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame,
It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame.
3 The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all,
That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall;