. At early candle light and other poems. were all delivered from dominion of the clay. Within that burial-garden how the heart grows calm ; How the bough of cypress changes into the branch ofpalm; How the wailing requiem rises into the wedding psalm. Because our great Emmanuel, the grave could not con-tain. Comes back to be a comrade with his own elect the dusky sunrise gray Looks and speech are just the same, calling Mary byher name In the dawn of Easter morning. O the sad, sweet day! O the dawn of Easter morning! O the sad, sweet day!When the resurrection glory on the urn doth play.
. At early candle light and other poems. were all delivered from dominion of the clay. Within that burial-garden how the heart grows calm ; How the bough of cypress changes into the branch ofpalm; How the wailing requiem rises into the wedding psalm. Because our great Emmanuel, the grave could not con-tain. Comes back to be a comrade with his own elect the dusky sunrise gray Looks and speech are just the same, calling Mary byher name In the dawn of Easter morning. O the sad, sweet day! O the dawn of Easter morning! O the sad, sweet day!When the resurrection glory on the urn doth play. 52 CT^STER nORNING Let not your heart be troubled, your place I will pre-pare; For you must be beside Me now, wherever I may fare. Henceforward all My blessedness My bride will surelyshare. O Savior, there is nothing in Thy happy heaven above That we desire a portion in so much as in Thy hast Thou heard us pray, Eloi, when all the race is run, welcome us with ThyWell done, In the dawn of Easter morning. O the sad, sweet day!.
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