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.
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