. At early candle light and other poems. TTTHRO the garden at morn,in cool emerald gloom,Wends the sad woman,leaving her lost Sav-iors tomb,Swerving on with no look to the skies purple flushed,Thro lithe lilies leaning, expectant and unhooded brow with the dawn pallor shone,Faring wofully back from the grave and its stone;When, before the believer, who wept for the dead,Rose the Master, and just the word Mary, he said. Lo ! there in the dusk of the w^hispering palm,Her raiment all sweet with the spikenard and myrtle tops burning with sunlight aboveHung over the sinner, rede
. At early candle light and other poems. TTTHRO the garden at morn,in cool emerald gloom,Wends the sad woman,leaving her lost Sav-iors tomb,Swerving on with no look to the skies purple flushed,Thro lithe lilies leaning, expectant and unhooded brow with the dawn pallor shone,Faring wofully back from the grave and its stone;When, before the believer, who wept for the dead,Rose the Master, and just the word Mary, he said. Lo ! there in the dusk of the w^hispering palm,Her raiment all sweet with the spikenard and myrtle tops burning with sunlight aboveHung over the sinner, redeemed by His love,Purer far than the dewdrops upon her dark down by the pink-footed doves cooing there,When the laurels low Litany suddenly stilled,At the ringing Rabboni her happy heart spilled. 114 HARY 5 Easter cometh, and Magdalene calls us with her,Thro gray olive shade, to the Lords sepulcher,Where angelic words at the cypress-hid prison,Linked like dulcimers, say unto us, He is and still, with souls al
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