To strew beneath His sacred feet?”
The light was fading; broken flowers
Lay scattered through the aisles in showers;
For all their fragrant wealth that day
Had marked the Master's glorious way,
And now, before the altar-rail,
A girl knelt, motionless and pale.
A line of sunlight touched her hair,
Her slender hands were clasped in prayer;
In silent bliss the moments passed,