"He is not here," the angel said To Mary, who, with silent tread, With weeping eyes and bowed down head, Sought her Lord among the dead. "The tomb is empty, come and see; Your Lord's not here, oh, no, not He; This is His tomb, and these His clothes, But He's not here, for He has rose." May we like Him -- our Savior rise From things of low and weak disguise, Rise from the trifling things of earth To things of high intrinsic worth. Rise from the world's perplexing strife Unto a higher, nobler life; A life from sin's pollution free, A life of spotless purity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPIRITUAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NIOBE: INEXORABLE DEATH by AESCHYLUS ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE ... MY WINDOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE YEAR by LUCY AIKEN THE BOTTOM DRAWER by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT AND FUSELI by ROBERT BROWNING |