Poem March 27, 1902 Issue

As Dawn Begins

BY IDA HODNETT.

As dawn begins to dart its rose,
To see the tomb sad Mary goes,
Wherein lies one who, from a tomb,
Erstwhile called Lazarus out of gloom.
As dawn begins, she goes.

Now quakes the earth; and Life's pure tone
Swift comes to roll away the stone;
The voice of Life destroys earth's woe
With thoughts and words as white as snow.
Life rolls away the stone.

Go, Mary, go; spread fast the news,
Speed, speed thy foot o'er morning dews;
Life is divine, and not of earth!
O hills and vales! sing out your mirth!
She speeds o'er morning dews.

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