The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Easter Dialoge
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Easter Dialoge
1st Angel.Those funeral Tears why dost Thou shed
On Life's & Resurrection's Bed?
2nd Angel.
Why must those lowring Clowds of Sadness
Defloure this virgin Morn of Gladness?
Magdalene.
What Morn of Gladnes, now the Sun
Of all my fairest Joyes is gone;
He, whome my Soule did hope to meet
Heer in this West in which He sett?
But oh! That more than deadly Spight
Which robb'd Him of his Life's sweet Light,
Lives heer You see in Death's own Cave,
And plunders Him ev'n of his Grave.
Nor know I where our Foes have put
His Body, & my Soule with it.
Jesus.
Woman, to what Loss do thine Eyes
Such full drink-off'rings sacrifice?
Magdalene.
Sweet Gard'ner, yf thy Hand it were
Which did transplant Him; Tell me where
Thou sett'dst that pretious Root on whome
Grow all my Hopes; & I will from
That Soile remove him to a Bed
With Balme & Myrrh & Spices spred,
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For evermore shall waterd be.
Jesus.
Mary.
Magdal:
O Master!
Angel. 1st. and 2d.
With what sweet
Fury she flies at His deer Feet,
To weep & kiss out what She by
Her Toung could never signify!
Chorus
O no! the Powers of sweetest Toungs,
Of string-or-pipe-attended Songs,
Can raise no pitch of Joy so high
As Easters Riseing Majestie.
O glorious Resurrection, which dost Rise
Above the reach of loftiest Ecstasies!
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