Be kingly prodigal of time, for use In God's sweet service. 'Tis a jealous cruse That holds thy life from love's anointing wide. Shatter it grandly. See! an eager tide Of fragrance and of healing ministries, Wrought on the Lord if on "the least of these"; And see! the ragged edge, the flakes fallen down, Form, at His word, thine alabaster crown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM |