THE WIDOW'S MITE by Chas. W. Pitcher

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 23, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 50.

THE WIDOW'S MITE.

By Chas. W. Pitcher

BY REV. CHAS. W. PITCHER.

THE treasury of God was open, and, Behold! with lofty step, on glory bent, The mighty and the noble of the land Drew near with offerings magnificent,

And human eyes looked on and loudly praised The lordly givers for their work of good. Had they not their reward in the amazed And rapturous plaudits of the multitude?

They turned away, and with contemptuous eye Regarded one, of poor and humble mien, A widow to the treasury drew nigh, And cast her all, two little mites, therein.

Two mites! and human eyes in smiling scorn Looked on, and with disdain men coldly said, "A gift of no account, poor soul forlorn;" But Jesus saw the sacrifice she made,

And as she turned away she heard his word, And saw his look of love upon her bent, And all her soul with rapture deep was stirred, That he knew all she gave, and was content.

For her a heaven of riches had been given, And love gave back all of her little hoard; Not for earth's glory had her spirit striven, But think ye she had not a rich reward? —New York Observer.