She saw them with clearness, and dealt tenderly with them.
What others discarded as worthless, she valued.

To push aside the feeble and intermittent affection of a closed and self-centred nature, believing it is giving its best, what is that but to push aside a poor man's little offering.

Many years ago Magdalen had accepted not without tears, one such offering from a very poor man indeed.
Loving-kindness, tenderness, have their warped, stunted shoots as well as their free-growing, stately blossoms.

It is the same marvellous, fragrant life struggling to come forth through generous or barren soil.
There are some thin, dwarfed, almost scentless flowers of love and friendship, of which we can discern the faint fragrance only when we are on our knees.

But some of us have conscientious scruples about kneeling down except at shrines.