Poem April 12, 1952 Issue

"MARY!"

Annie Lorena House

Mary, who followed even to seeming doom
On darkened Golgotha, came not to share
Triumphal glory: thinking but to bear
Sweet spices to anoint him in the gloom
Of early morn, she saw the empty tomb
And, weeping, pleading in her bleak despair,
Knew not that resurrection morning's fair
Immortal bud had sprung to wondrous bloom.

Yet if faith anguished, faithfulness remained,
Even with misgivings bittering the cup,
No wildest dream divining Love's reward,
Until with surge of ecstasy unfeigned
She heard that loud name spoken, and looked up,
One of the first to see her risen Lord.

Annie Lorena House

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