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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THEIR EASTER AND OURS, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Ere the master came to claim his own Last Line: Who knew him not when he came to his own! Subject(s): Easter; Holidays; Religion; The Resurrection; Theology | |||
ERE the Master came to claim His own, Ere the angel came to roll the stone, How many sad years did the world, forlorn, In patience wait for its Easter morn! I think that for ages in silence dumb The multitudes waited for Him to come, For years and years in the world's young life They waited for Him to still their strife. And then He came and they knew Him not! What a sorrowful tale was their sorry lot! No Gate of Hope would they recognize, The very light had blinded their eyes! No Easter had they but the silent tomb, Their Easter morn was a morn of gloom; And the hopes of years were turned to grief By the obstinate phantom of disbelief. Yet we who know Him not half so well Are happy of heart by the Easter bell, And our doubts of Him are ever belied By the full pure surge of the Easter-tide. It was written of old that He came to save, And He in his strength would conquer the grave; Now the centuries gone have witnessed the proof By the Easter-tides that the Word was Truth! Ten thousand bells shall ring in the day That marked the ending of Death's dread sway, And a whole world's songs for them shall atone Who knew Him not when He came to His own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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