The Widow's Mites

by Richard Crashaw
Two mites, two drops (yet all her house and land),
Falls from a steady heart, though trembling hand:
The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave,
The other cast away, she only gave.

Two mites, two drops (yet all her house and land),
Falls from a steady heart, though trembling hand:
The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave,
The other cast away, she only gave.
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