Poem April 20, 1935 Issue

Easter

MARGUERITE MORRIS HAWKSLEY

Joseph and Nicodemus, what felt they on that day
When, 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 stir
The holy, holy silence. The little birds were still,
And green, expectant nature waited the Father's will.

Oh, blessed, blessed garden! A radiance divine
With glory touched the birds and flowers,
And round about did shine
The light of immortality!
Emerging from the tomb
Stepped 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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