MARY MAGDALENE AND THE OTHER MARY.

Our Master lies asleep and is at rest;

His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.

The sun ashamed has dropt down 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.