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THE THREE MARYS AT THE TOMB OF CHRIST.
They came to the sepulchre, joyless and weeping,For they thought that in death their lov'd Master was sleeping;
They came, ere the dawn of the morning was breaking,
And knew not the Christ had a brilliant waking.
But whence is the splendour that circles the tomb,
And whence is the glory that pierces the gloom?
What seraph is this, clad in garments of day,
That has roll'd the huge stone in his power away?
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“Henceforth in the grave Messiah shall sleep not!
“Your God has accepted the sacrifice paid,
“He is risen to glory—alive from the dead!”
They heard, they believ'd, and in rapturous praise,
Their gratitude pour'd to the Ancient of Days.
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