Joseph and Nicodemus, what felt they on that dayWhen, secretly and sorrowful, they carried him away?In linen cloths they wrapped him, with aloes and with myrrh,And laid him in a garden, while scarce a breath did stirThe holy, holy silence. The little birds were still,And green, expectant nature waited the Father's will.

Oh, blessed, blessed garden! A radiance divineWith glory touched the birds and flowers,And round about did shineThe light of immortality!Emerging from the tombStepped forth the conqueror of death and all dark sense of gloom,Christ Jesus, the triumphant! Love's victory complete,The whole dark mystery of sin trampled beneath his feet.Oh, radiant love! Oh, wondrous life!Untouched by agony and strife,From now on death has lost its sting, Man's soul can only soar and sing!

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