Color (Cullen)/Black Magdalens
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Black Magdalens
THESE have no Christ to spit and stoop
To write upon the sand,
Inviting him that has not sinned
To raise the first rude hand.
To write upon the sand,
Inviting him that has not sinned
To raise the first rude hand.
And if he came they could not buy
Rich ointment for his feet,
The body's sale scarce yields enough
To let the body eat.
Rich ointment for his feet,
The body's sale scarce yields enough
To let the body eat.
The chaste clean ladies pass them by
And draw their skirts aside,
But Magdalens have a ready laugh;
They wrap their wounds in pride.
And draw their skirts aside,
But Magdalens have a ready laugh;
They wrap their wounds in pride.
They fare full ill since Christ forsook
The cross to mount a throne,
And Virtue still is stooping down
To cast the first hard stone.
The cross to mount a throne,
And Virtue still is stooping down
To cast the first hard stone.