TYNTESFIELD: 1884.

All empty stands a little cradle-bed,

A mother's falling tears the only sound;

But not of earth her thoughts, nor underground;

Up-gazing she discerns the Fountain-head

Of life; the living Voice she hears that said

‘ Fear not’ to weeping women who had found

An empty tomb, and angels watching round,

Who asked‘ Why seek the living with the dead?’

So weeps our Mother Church — her tears outshine

Sun-smitten dewdrops on a summer's morn;

God's rainbow girdles her, Hope's lovely sign,

Whereby she knows that smiles of tears are born;

Fulfilled of life herself, she would assure

Her children all of death's discomfiture.