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EASTER NIGHT

ALL night had shout of men and cry
 Of woeful women filled His way;
Until that noon of sombre sky
 On Friday, clamour and display
Smote Him; no solitude had He,
No silence, since Gethsemane.


Public was Death; but Power, but Might,
 But Life again, but Victory,
Were hushed within the dead of night,
 The shutter'd dark, the secrecy.
And all alone, alone, alone
He rose again behind the stone.

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