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POEMS.
"Brother! thou dost remember well
The words the Prophet spake;
That on this day from death's dark sleep
To life He would awake.
The words the Prophet spake;
That on this day from death's dark sleep
To life He would awake.
'Tis true, in Joseph's new-made tomb,
Where his loved form had lain,
The search the holy women made
For their dear Lord was vain.
Where his loved form had lain,
The search the holy women made
For their dear Lord was vain.
Yet some who curse His holy name—
Ah! I have heard them say
That hands of those He called His friends
Have borne Him hence away.
Ah! I have heard them say
That hands of those He called His friends
Have borne Him hence away.
And so, with doubts my mind is torn,
When fain I would believe;
What think'st thou, brother, can it be
That He would thus deceive?"
When fain I would believe;
What think'st thou, brother, can it be
That He would thus deceive?"
While these dark fears their bosoms swell,
More thoughtful grows their mood;
When on a sudden, by their side
A meek-eyed stranger stood.
More thoughtful grows their mood;
When on a sudden, by their side
A meek-eyed stranger stood.
With gentle voice He asked them why
With tears their eyes were dim?
Why on the balmy breath of eve
Was borne no sacred hymn?
With tears their eyes were dim?
Why on the balmy breath of eve
Was borne no sacred hymn?
