The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-05-10

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THE REsURRkC1IoN.
This poem Il, for the most part, adislogue be-
tween Mary Magdalen and 2 venerable Bud.
'.It was our ssbbath-evs. By Get Of sun .
Arimathean Joseph craved. and gained
The grace to lay HIM In his sepulchre
Shut in : garden. And did bring him thar,
Ienderiy taken from the bloody cross,
Wrapped IN fne sindon, and strewn round about
From Nakdinon the rabhi-as much spice
AZ should kings grave sweeten. And they ct
A great stone at the entrance Of the tOmb:
And with one more-watched them ct the
But might not come ct him, to make him fair.
Because guard Of soldiers kept the place;
Also, II was the Sabbath.
$50 night passed;
And all that next slow day; and night again.
'sThen, while the frst DAY. of the week was dark.
Alone wendell to his sepulchre,
Bearing fair water, and the franktucense.
And linen: that my Lords sweet body sleep
Passed through the gate, and a. up the paved
Along tie second wall, over the hill.
The Ss Ssso q ossa So.S -
Touched the great Temples dome with crimson
Lit ophei and Moriah rosy-red,
Made Olivet all gold, and, In the pools
In Ainuom laid sudden lance Of famaL
And, nom the thorn.tTees, brake the waking
song.
Was fun Of doves that cooed, % knowing not
How Love was dead, and Lies dear gloly gone,
And the Worlds hope lay in the tomb with him;
M Which nov spied.thit hollow IL the rock
there
To help me RON the stonel nay, and no stousi
i lay apart leaving the door a.eaps,
The sc.stsSsd wr.ppinss ii tie Surisi.nisSt.
Pale CLEANS amidst the gloom Not waiting.
Deeains our treasure taken wickedly-
sped; and came to Peter, and to John;
And cried: Our Lord 10 stolen from his grave
And none to tell whore he il borne away!
And sso linen co:s.
Scattered; the rock bed empty; and, amazed,
Back to their house they went But drew nigh
4 second s tine 1. alone; heart, broken nov
The small birds Knockers, and the city's noise
Waking within the wails-hatef6l and vain.
Why should Earth wake, the Son Of Man asleeps
With this dear Lord, dead, in her stony skirts?
Fled, too, my last fond hope, TO lay him fair,
And kiss his wounded feet, and wash the blood
From the pierced palms, and comb his tangled
To comeIiness, and leave him-like king
TO his forgetful angels Weeping hard
with these Thoughts. like to Snake-fangs, sting.
My LETT hand on the stone laid, and shut
The eager sunshine on with my right hand,
Kneeling, and looking in the sepulchere.
1t was not dark within! / deemed at first
lamp burned there, such radiance mild I saw
Lighting the hewn walls, and the linen bands:
And, In one corner. folded BY itself,
Two men who .ate there-very wstc6iuily-
One at the head, the other at the foot
ct that stone table where the Lord had lain.
Oh! say smen-I should have known no man
Had eyes like theirs. shapes 90 majestical,
Tongues tuned to such music - the tone
Wherewith they questioned me: why wsepest
Nor wot we whitherr and thereat my tears
Blotted all seeing So turned to wipe
The not drops OF: and, look! Another one
Hard gazing on him and not knowing himi
lndeed, deemed this was the gardener
Keeping the trees and tomb, 90 was he nesh;
Albeit II ! had marked-if any ray
Of watchful hope had helped me-such look,
Such presence, beautiful and pure; such light
OF loveltest compassion In his face,
Had told my beating heart and blinded eyes
who this must be. But I-my brow the dust
Heard him say softly: Wherefore weepest fhouf
Whom seekest thou?' A little maryeiled T.
Still at his foot, too sorrowful to rise
He should ask this-the void grave gaping ne.,
And he Its Waterman; yet his accents glad:
Csy, eacn woru sweet Win secret resonance
OF lightness, like the gentle raillery
Which lovers use, assembling happiness
Nat not Hitting up my foolish head,
Tell me where thou hast laid him. Then viii I
Bear him awayl'"
what answer came to thatf
fe'cnfng deep breath, the Indian asked.
Her white arms wide outraught-as il she ssv
His feet again TO clasp: her true knee bent
n = hA gAar ~ -.
Shining with glow of fearless, faithful love.
As II, once more, they looked him in the face.
And drank diyinest peace-replied. elate:-
"Ah, friend, such answer that my sadness turned
Gladness, as suddenly as gray Is gold
when the sun springs In glory! such a word
Like cloud melting to the bluei such word
As. with more music than earth ever heard.
set TN my s wi veins full well aware
And the vast idle word went busy on,
The wise doves cooed Of love! Oh, dear word
Spoke first TO me, and, after me, to all,
That all may always know He Is the Lord.
ana Death Is dead, and new times come for men
And Heavens ways justified, and Christ alive.
For. while lay there, sobbing at his feet
The word ne spake-Ay Lordl my King, my
Was my uame:-"MARYr
"If say the dead
Catch tone OF some such melting tenderness
When first their lovers in the new life fiock
And greet and kiss them, telling them sweat
things
OF bliss beyond, and Love crowned Conouefor:
II should speak OF children, dreaming mi.
And then grown ware IL ID the dear safe hreasf
VI their fond mother which they fret upon!
II should iken hopeless mariners
snatched sudden from black gulfs: or man con.
demued, 49,
Ransoned from chains, and led TO marrae.
fessts:-
With the swift comfort OF that instant change.
All must fail short! No Language had then.
No language have nowI only turned
Ny quick glance upward; saw him; knew himi
Crying .Rabboni!-Lord. my Lord, dear
Losa. Str EdsssR Arnold
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