"MARY!"

Mary, who followed even to seeming doomOn darkened Golgotha, came not to shareTriumphal glory: thinking but to bearSweet spices to anoint him in the gloomOf early morn, she saw the empty tombAnd, weeping, pleading in her bleak despair,Knew not that resurrection morning's fairImmortal 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 unfeignedShe heard that loud name spoken, and looked up,One of the first to see her risen Lord.

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