Poem August 10, 1940 Issue

Christ, the Comforter

MARGARET TROILI CAMPBELL

Once the mourning Mary went
Early, in the dawn,
To the tomb of Jesus—rent,
And the rock withdrawn.

Though there was an opened door,
Still she stood in tears.
Gone the Lord! She could no more
Reassure her fears.

Then she saw within the grave
Angels clad in white;
When his body she would crave,
Jesus stood in sight!

Have we, like sad Mary, been
At some lonely tomb,
And like her, astonished, seen
Angels in the gloom?

Then, discerning Christ, we spurn
Refuges unreal;
Not from matter shall we learn
What he does reveal.

But in Science we behold
Truth, the Life, the Way;
This the Christ, the long foretold
Comforter and stay!

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