IF I might guess, then guess I would That, mid the gathered folk, This gentle Dorcas one day stood, And heard when Jesus spoke. She saw the woven seamless coat -- Half envious, for his sake: "Oh, happy hands," she said, "that wrought The honoured thing to make!" Her eyes with longing tears grow dim: She never can come nigh To work one service poor for him For whom she glad would die! But, hark, he speaks! O, precious word! And she has heard indeed! "When did we see thee naked, Lord And clothed thee in thy need? "The King shall answer, Inasmuch As to my brethren ye Did it -- even to the least of such -- Ye did it unto me." Home, home she went, and plied the loom, And Jesus' poor arrayed. She died -- they wept about the room, And showed the coats she made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BLACKBIRD by WILLIAM BARNES GOOD FRYDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SURPRISE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 1. NEW YORK AT SUNRISE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |