DAYBREAK
AN EASTER POEM
Mary Magdalene,
At the break of day,
Wan with tears and watching,
Hasted on her way;
At the break of day,
Wan with tears and watching,
Hasted on her way;
Bearing costly spices,
Myrrh, and sweet perfume,
Through the shadowy garden
To the Master's tomb.
Myrrh, and sweet perfume,
Through the shadowy garden
To the Master's tomb.
Slowly broke the gray dawn:
On her head the breeze
Shook a rain of dew-drops
From the cypress-trees.
On her head the breeze
Shook a rain of dew-drops
From the cypress-trees.
Rose and lily parted
As to let her pass,
And the violets blessed her
From the tender grass.
As to let her pass,
And the violets blessed her
From the tender grass.
Little heed she paid them;
Christ, the Lord, was dead;
All at last was over,
All at last was said.
Christ, the Lord, was dead;
All at last was over,
All at last was said.
