They laid him in a vaulted tomb,—
The Lord they'd pierced on Calvary,
Consigned, thought they, to Lethe's gloom,
By priesthood's pomp and heraldry.
A stone they rolled before the door,—
No more need scribe and priest complain;
Forgetful they how, long before,
He'd called the dead to life again.
No hollow cavern can hold Love!
Forth came the Lord to realms of Light;
By angels guided from above,
He vanished from the earth's dim sight.
