RESURRECTION

Pausing a moment ere the day was done, While yet the earth was scintillant with light, I backward glanced. From valley, plain, and height, At intervals, where my life-path had run,

Rose cross on cross; and nailed upon each one Was my dead self. And yet that gruesome sight Lent sudden splendour to the falling night, Showing the conquests that my soul had won.

Up to the rising stars I looked and cried, ‘ There is no death! for year on year, re-born I wake to larger life: to joy more great, So many times have I been crucified,

So often seen the resurrection morn, I go triumphant, though new Calvaries wait.