The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1842-12-13

The family by Jesus loved were weeping,
For Lazarus lay dead
And Mary sat
BY the pale sleeper. He was young to die.
The countenance wherein the Saviour dwelt
With his benignant smile, the soft fair lines
Breathing of hope, were still all eloquent,
Like life well Knocked in marble. That the voice,
Gone from those pallid lips was heard in Heav'n,
Toned with unearthly sweetness-that the light
Quenched in the closing of those stirless lids,
Was yelling before God its timid fire,
New-lit, and frightening like star at eve
That Lazarus, her brother, was in bliss,
Not with the cold clay sIeeping-Mary knew.
Her heaviness Of heart was not for him !
But close had been the tic by death divided
The INTERVENING locks of that bright hair
That wiped the feet of Jesus-the fair hands
Clasped in her breathIess wonder while lie taught
Scarce to one pulse thrilled more in Gnison,
Than with one soul this sister and her brother
Had locked their lives together. In this love,
Haowcd from stain, the womans heart of Mary
Was, with its rich affections all bound up.
OF an unblemished beauty, as became
An office by archangels filed till now,
She walked with celestial halo clad
And while, to the Apostles eyes, it seemed
She but fulfilled her errand out Of Heaven
Sharing her low roof with the son Of God
She woman fond and mortal still
And the deep fervor, lost to PASSIONS fire,
Breathed through the sisters tenderness In vain
Knew Mary, gazing on that face of clay,
That it was her brother. He was there -
Swathed in that linen vesture for the grave.
The same loved one in all his comeIiness-
And with him to the grave her heart must 60.
What though he talked OF her to angels? Nay
lowered in spirit near her ?-'twas that arm
Palsied in death, whose fond cares she knew
1t was that lip of marble with whose kiss,
Morning and eve, love hemmed the sweet day in.
This was the form by the Judean maids
Praised for its palm.ke stature, as he walked
With her by Kedron in the eventide-
The dead was Lazarus
The burial was over, and the night
Fell upon Bethany-and morn--and noon.
And comforters and mourners went their way
But Death stayed on. They had been oft alone,
When Lazarus had followed Christ to hear
His teachings in jerusalem, but this
Was more than solitude. The silence now
Was void of expectation. Something felt
Always BEFORE and loved without a name,-
Joy from the air, hope from the opening door,
Welcome and life from off the very wallis
Seemed gone-and in the chamber where he lay
There was fearful and Undertaking. hush
Stiler than nights last hour. So fell on Mary
The shadows all have known, who, from their
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Spreads wing betwixt the mourner and the sky,
AS if its path lay from the tie last broken,
Straight through the cheering gateway of the sun !;
And, to the eye strained after, It's cloud
That bars the light from all things.
Now as Christ
Drew near to Bethany, the Jews went forth
With Martha, mourning Lazarus. But Mary
Sat in the house. She knew the hour was nigh
When he would 60 again, as He had said,
Unto his father and she felt that He,
Who loved her brother Lazarus in life,
Had chosen the hour to bring him home tho Death
In no unkind forgetfuness. Alone
THY will be done, o Godn-but that dear brother
Had filed the cup and broke the bread for Christ ;
And ever, at the morn, when she had knelt
And washed those holy feet, came Lazarus
To bind his sandals on, and follow forth
With dropped eyes, like an angel, sad and fair
Intent upon the Masters need alone,
1ndissoluby linked were they And now,
To go to meet him-Lazarus not there
And to his greeting answer 'sIt is well %
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And minister alone-her heart gave way!
She covered up her face and turned again
To wait within for Jesus.
But once more
Came Martha, saying, ssLo the Lord is here
And calleth for thee, Mary % Then arose
The mourner from the ground, whereon she safe
Shrouded in sackcoth and bound quickly up
The golden locks Of her dshevelled hair,
And DER her ashy garments drew veil,
Hiding the eyes she could not trust. And still.
As she made ready to go forth, calm
As in dream fell on her.
At fount,
Hard by the sepulchre without the wall,
Jesus awaited Mary. Seated neap
Were the way-worn disciples in the shade
But, of himself forgetful, Jesus leaned