The Widow With The Two Mites

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Title:     The Widow With The Two Mites
Author: George MacDonald [More Titles by MacDonald]

Here _much_ and _little_ change their name
With changing need and time;
But _more_ and _less_ new judgments claim,
Where all things are sublime.

Sickness may be more hale than health,
And service kingdom high;
Yea, poverty be bounty's wealth,
To give like God thereby.

Bring forth your riches,--let them go,
Nor mourn the lost control;
For if ye hoard them, surely so
Their rust will reach your soul.

Cast in your coins; for God delights
When from wide hands they fall;
But here is one who brings two mites,
"And yet gives more than all."

She heard not, she, the mighty praise;
Went home to care and need:
Perchance the knowledge still delays,
And yet she has the meed.

[The end]
George MacDonald's poem: Widow With The Two Mites

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