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W. Garrett Horder, comp.  The Poets’ Bible: New Testament.  1895.
Mary at the Wedding Feast
George MacDonald (1824–1905)
THE LORD of life among them rests;
  They quaff the merry wine;
They do not know, those wedding guests,
  The present power divine.
Believe, on such a group he smiled,        5
  Though he might sigh the while;
Believe not, sweet-souled Mary’s child
  Was born without a smile.
He saw the pitchers high upturned,
  The last red drops to pour;        10
His mother’s cheek with triumph burned,
  And expectation wore.
He knew the prayer her bosom housed,
  He read it in her eyes;
Her hopes in him sad thoughts have roused        15
  Before her words arise.
“They have no wine,” her shy lips said,
  With prayer but half begun;
Her eyes went on, “Lift up Thy head,
  Show what thou art, my son!”        20
A vision rose before his eyes,
  The cross, the waiting tomb,
The people’s rage, the darkened skies,
  His unavoided doom.
“Ah woman-heart! what end is set        25
  Common to thee and me?
My hour of honour is not yet,—
  ’Twill come too soon for thee.”
The word was dark; the tone was kind;
  His heart the mother knew;        30
And still his eyes more sweetly shined,
  His voice more gentle grew.
Another, on the word intent,
  Had heard refusal there;
His mother heard a full consent,        35
  A sweetly answer’d prayer.
“Whate’er he saith unto you, do.”
  Fast flowed the grapes divine;
Though then, as now, not many knew
  Who made the water wine.        40

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