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W. Garrett Horder, comp.  The Poets’ Bible: New Testament.  1895.
 
Easter
Geneviéve M. J. Irons
 
        DEEP in yon garden shade
        The Life of all is laid
          In death’s calm sleep;
        Armed soldiers waiting near,
        Amazed and full of fear,        5
          Their vigil keep.
Angels, and stars, and the fair moon above,
Look down in silent awe and reverent love.
 
        Through the dark cypress-trees
        The gentle midnight breeze        10
          Sighs a low wail;
        Breath from the dewy ground
        O’er the green earth around
          Spreads a soft veil;
Each glade and valley, mountain, dale and hill,        15
Echoes the solemn whisper, “Peace, be still.”
 
        Hushed Nature sinks to rest,
        And on her Maker’s breast
          She falls asleep;
        Released from human woes        20
        The Almighty finds repose
          In slumber deep;
But saints are watching through the silent night,
In eager patience waiting for the light.
 
        The mother undefiled        25
        Is pondering on her Child,
          Now crucified;
        And through her tearless dreams
        The cross in radiance beams,
          Whereon he died.        30
Bright visions dawn. Behold! the darkness flies,
Resplendent from the grave she sees him rise.
 
        John the Beloved stands by,
        Gazing with wondering eye
          At Mary’s smile;        35
        And angels at the sight
        Pause in their heavenward flight
          To muse awhile.
Yet the sun hides itself in dim eclipse,
While he awaits his full apocalypse.        40
 
        Peter, who thrice denied
        The Master at his side,
          The Lord of all,
        With penitential tears
        And deep heart-searching fears,        45
          Bewails his fall.
There, as he weeps in bitter grief apart,
His Saviour’s look speaks comfort to his heart.
 
        The lowly Magdalene
        (Of penitents the queen)        50
          Waits for the morn,
        When in that cave so still
        Her task she may fulfil
          Of love forlorn;
And first to her Christ risen will appear,        55
Though in a form unknown he draweth near.
 
        While he who longed to die
        With Christ on Calvary,
          Whose love devout
        His Master proved and tried        60
        By heartfelt prayer denied,
          Must wait in doubt;
Eight days of solemn gloom in darkness past,
On trustful Thomas he will shine at last.
 
        But lo, the Sabbath ends!        65
        Nocturn with matins blends,
          The morning breaks;
        The shadows flee away
        Before the rising day,
          And Christ awakes!        70
Angels proclaim the anthem far and near,
“Ye seek your risen Lord; he is not here.”
 
 
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