To a Lady

Christ is arisen, Joy to thee, mortal! Out of his prison, Forth from its portal! Christ is not sleeping, Seek him no longer; Strong was his keeping; Jesus was stronger!

Christ is arisen, Seek him not here, Lonely his prison, Empty his bier; Vain his entombing, Spices, and lawn; Vain the perfuming: Jesus is gone!

Christ is arisen, Joy to thee, mortal! Empty his prison, Broken its portal: Rising, he giveth His shroud to the sod; Risen,—he liveth, And liveth to God!