The Resting Place

“Because I live, ye shall live also.”

Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping

On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,

Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping

Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.

Ah! loving and beloved, we know ye rest,

E’en in the grave, upon her hallow’d breast.

Where is the cumbrous robe-the flesh-the matter

Which held the spirit in such painful thrall?

A little dust that scarce a breath would scatter,

Darkness, and void, and silence-this seems all.

Yet somewhere, safe, the waiting body lies,

While the freed spirit is in Paradise.

Ah! in that day, when earth is all refinèd

From death and sin, the darkness and the stain;

When Eden’s perfect beauty is enshrinèd

In unmarred purity and light again;

Transfigured, and “exceeding white as snow”-

But still that body-it will rise, we know.

The self-same lips that hymn’d the Easter story

With heart of Easter gladness, here, may sing

The song of angels, in the angels’ glory,

Around the throne of our Almighty King.

The same feet, which this ancient pavement trod,

May walk for aye the temple-courts of God.

O blessed day, which saw the Saviour risen!

Which told to trembling man that wondrous news-

“The grave is not thy body’s endless prison,

Thy soul no more in vain for pardon sues.

From Adam’s curse, by Christ’s death, thou art free-

The Lord accepts this sacrifice for thee.”

“Peace be with you”-by Him those words were spoken

After the glorious victory was won-

After the angel gave that blessed token

To her whose favour’d lips had called him “Son.”

Ah! where were peace, if every trembling breath

Strengthen’d the fetters of an endless death?

Where were the peace, if that dark cloud of mourning

From Calvary’s hill had never pass’d away?

If our deep night had never known the dawning

Of that mysterious Resurrection-day?

O Christ our Lord! Thou didst indeed release

Thy sinful children, and didst give them peace.

And now we know that Thou art throned for ever,

True God, and yet true man, in heaven above;

That now no power our life from Thine can sever,

That naught shall rob us of Thy gift of love;

That Thou, within the veil, dost intercede

For all who suffer and for all in need.

That Thou art with us here, too, in our sorrow-

With us to help in every time of strife,

Dost give to each dark day its joyous morrow,

Dost make us strong with Thine own love and life.

And we may love, and we may come to Thee

In heaven, and share Thy great felicity!

Ay, when the grass upon our grave is sighing

In the cool wind and Easter moonlight fair,

The mortal dust, beneath the violets lying,

Shall rest in hope and rest in safety there,

Till Thou shalt come with Thy celestial train,

And our bright spirit take its own again.

“After Thy likeness,” in its sweet perfection,

Shall we awake in that eternal day;

All-save the sin-shall have its resurrection,

Clothed in Thy glorious immortality.

And we shall stand Thy radiant throne beside,

Blessed for evermore, and-satisfied!

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• Reproof: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• Tobias Smollett – Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• Love Elegy (in imitation of Tibullus) by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• “Let the nymph still avoid and be deaf to the swain” by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• To Independence by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• “From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise,” by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• “Come listen, ye students of every degree” by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• Blue-Eyed Ann by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• Advice: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett by Tobias Smollett
• You Will Forget! by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English
• Words Of Love Forevermore by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English
• What Is Woman But A Song! by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English
• The Squirrel by Todd H. C. Fischer by Poetry In English
• The Pulling Away by Timothy Cole by Poetry In English
• The moon at noon by Tom Mukasa by Poetry In English
• The Leather Suitcase by Tom Berman by Poetry In English
• The Mocking Bird by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English
• The Heart That Is Pining by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English
• The Clime Of My Birth by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English
• The Bird Has Vanished by Timothy Thomas Fortune by Poetry In English

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