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Of that new tomb whose broken seal
The wondering Morning shall reveal.
And 'He is risen!' declare.
Sweet odors—sweeter than the sweet
Of violets and lilies blent,
The sweet of holy slumber spent—
Stealing from vesture folded fair
And fragrant with the Lord's own care,
Wherein His Blessed Body lay
Till break of day,
Shall make most sweet the graves of those
Who, entering into Paradise,
Do sleep in Him who died and rose—
In whom they, too, shall rise."
The wondering Morning shall reveal.
And 'He is risen!' declare.
Sweet odors—sweeter than the sweet
Of violets and lilies blent,
The sweet of holy slumber spent—
Stealing from vesture folded fair
And fragrant with the Lord's own care,
Wherein His Blessed Body lay
Till break of day,
Shall make most sweet the graves of those
Who, entering into Paradise,
Do sleep in Him who died and rose—
In whom they, too, shall rise."
