Many Voices by E. (Edith) Nesbit
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page 51 of 83 (61%)
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POEM: MARY OF MAGDALA Mary of Magdala came to bed; There were no soft curtains round her head; She had no mother to hold of worth The little baby she brought to birth. Mary of Magdala groaned and prayed: "O God, I am very much afraid; For out of my body, by sin defiled, Thou biddest me make a little child. "O God, I have turned my face from Thee To that which the angels may not see; How can I make, from my deep disgrace, A child whose angel shall see Thy face? "O God, I have sinned, and I know well That the pains I bear are the pains of hell; But the thought of the child that sin has given Is like the thought of the airs of Heaven." Mary of Magdala held her breath In the clutch of pain like the pains of Death, And through her heart, like the mortal knife, |
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