Classic Poem

She kissed His feet!
Those stained feet
Her tears had purified,
And fresh and clean and sweet,
With raven tresses dried.

She kissed His feet!
Her lips were now
As stainless as the dew,
Or star-flakes of the snow,
Or heaven's unsullied blue.

She kissed His feet!
Her Saviour's feet;
Least tribute for her cure;
To us, her message sweet:
" Love maketh all things pure. "