I did not weep because I’d come so far;

I did not weep for all the gold I’d spent;

Nor did I weep as one who does repent

Hitching his earthly hopes unto a star

That will not rise again.  Death cannot bar

A faithful dog from waiting where the scent

Reveals to him the way his master went—

No matter where his food and water are.

So I stood there and wept.  Though men had cursed

And hurt me in the past, I did not fear

That they might come again and do their worst

To one who stood there trembling, weak, and wary;

But I was not at all prepared to hear

The Voice that said, “Let there be light”—say, “Mary!”