Poem April 4, 1931 Issue

Resurrection

VERA CONSTANCE HOWARD

Is it at a tomb thou standest,
Stooping down and seeing there
Crumbling hopes and aspirations,
Shattered plans, ambitions fair?

Though unheeded, pointing upward
Are God's angels—here and now
With a loving admonition
Asking low, "Why weepest thou?"

See the golden dawn is breaking,
Piercing through black error's shade,
Hear the voice of Christ assuring,
"It is I; be not afraid"!

Can Love give thee aught but beauty?
Can Life know of death, decay?
From their dreary contemplation,
Child of heaven, turn away!

Seekest thou a living message?
Turn thyself and lift thine eyes
From the tomb of mortal seeming—
See Truth's mighty purpose rise;

Rising with a fuller splendor
Than the human view can trace,
Moving thee to say with wonder,
Surely God is in this place!

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