The full seven days are completed,
And the dawn of a new day appears,
When Mary and Magdalene, coining,
Are seeking the Light thro' their tears.
With the oil of Heaven's inspiration,
And the perfume— the richness of Love,
They have come in the hush of the morning,
Their devout consecration to prove.
As they stand at the tomb, in the twilight,
Where earth's fondest hopes have been laid,
They are questioning, one of the other:
"Who will roll the stone for us, aside?"
