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PENITENT'S OFFERING. 81
She came with her burning tears,
Came to the Saviour's feet, And offer'd with trembling fears
Those costly odours sweet.
And she found the boon she sought— The forfeited favour of Heaven;
How thriird'her sorrowing heart
At the words, " Thy sins are forgiven!"
Reader! go, seek thou the spot "Where she of Magdala knelt— -
Thy heart is not harder than hers, Nor deeper imbued with guilt.
What though thou mayest not bring Sweet perfume from Araby's wood!
A treasure, more costly, is thine
To present through the " speaking blood."
Place, low at thy Saviour's feet,
Thy spirit's quenchless fires— The thoughts of thy kindling soul,
Thy deep, untold desires!
Now, on this hallow'd shrine,
Pour the rich treasure forth: " Forgiveness " shall be thine,
And " Peace " of intrinsic worth. 6