Jesu's—
BEHOLD the heart of Jesus! how it throbs
To bless that sinner, penitent and low;
To heal her wounds and silence all her sobs,
And give her all He can in love bestow.
Simon's—
O, barren heart! so barren of all good,
Suspicious, envious, hard, and callous still!
The GUEST neglected, and misunderstood,
What moves her heart, his seems alone to
Woman's—
Alt here's a heart wide open to receive
The good it finds not in its own domain;
Drawn by a love which only waits to give,
She weeps and loves, nor weeps and loves in vain
Reader!
Which heart, dear reader, is akin to thine—
The barren heart, or that which open is
To take the blessing from Christ's heart divine,
And through His blood to know that thou sit His?
A. M.