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An Easter Message
Through the gates again that harshly closing
Hid from me a life more dear than mine—
Left her with the lonely dead reposing,
Lid-fast eyes that nevermore may shine—
How the rebel griefs came backward thronging,
Slew my soul beneath their withering fire,
All the aching void and all the longing
Of a quenchless love's untamed desire!
Till I cried, “O Thou in whom we trust,
Thou who canst, uplift her from the dust,
Heal her sickness, staunch her every tear!”
Hid from me a life more dear than mine—
Left her with the lonely dead reposing,
Lid-fast eyes that nevermore may shine—
How the rebel griefs came backward thronging,
Slew my soul beneath their withering fire,
All the aching void and all the longing
Of a quenchless love's untamed desire!
Till I cried, “O Thou in whom we trust,
Thou who canst, uplift her from the dust,
Heal her sickness, staunch her every tear!”
And a sudden Glory shone, which said
“Seek no more for that which is not here;
Those that loved are with Me, have no fear;
I AM HE THAT LIVETH AND WAS DEAD”
“Seek no more for that which is not here;
Those that loved are with Me, have no fear;
I AM HE THAT LIVETH AND WAS DEAD”
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