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Easter Dawn
Love sought Thee in the darkness ere the day;
Love came with spices, weeping, full of care.
The stone which closed Thy tomb they rolled away;
But Thou—Thou wast not there.
Love came with spices, weeping, full of care.
The stone which closed Thy tomb they rolled away;
But Thou—Thou wast not there.
Love found Thy winding-sheet, and, laid apart,
Thy face-cloth wrapped together; these alone;
And saw an Angel—saw with trembling heart
An Angel on the stone.
Thy face-cloth wrapped together; these alone;
And saw an Angel—saw with trembling heart
An Angel on the stone.
Love heard Thy footsteps; turned with streaming eyes,
Beheld, but knew Thee not, till, low and sweet,
Thy voice revealed Thee; then with joyous cries
Fell down and clasped Thy feet.
Beheld, but knew Thee not, till, low and sweet,
Thy voice revealed Thee; then with joyous cries
Fell down and clasped Thy feet.
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O risen Lord, by Thy transpiercèd heart,
And by the dawn of that first Easter Day,
The winding-sheet, the face-cloth laid apart,
The grave-stone rolled away,
And by the dawn of that first Easter Day,
The winding-sheet, the face-cloth laid apart,
The grave-stone rolled away,
I pray Thee, in the darkness where I lie—
Not for a vision in the morning sun,
Not for a word that I may know him by—
(Not know my little one!)—
Not for a vision in the morning sun,
Not for a word that I may know him by—
(Not know my little one!)—
But only this, this only of Thy grace,
O risen Lord, this little thing alone—
Show me his grave quite empty, Lord, and place
An Angel on the stone.
O risen Lord, this little thing alone—
Show me his grave quite empty, Lord, and place
An Angel on the stone.
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