MARY MAGDALENE AND THE OTHER MARY.
A SONG FOR ALL MARIES
Our Master lies asleep and is at rest:
His heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep:
The sun ashamed has dropt in the west:
Our Master lies asleep.
Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep
Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,
While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.
Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap:--
No cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest:
Our Master lies asleep.
Christina Rossetti
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