"Mary!" exalted salutation,
Not startling, frightening,
But quietly, with love's consideration,
Divinely, tenderly, the Master speaks to her
As does the Christ to every faithful follower
Even at sepulcher, waiting expectantly.
We breathe with her a happy, deep-drawn sigh,
"Master!" "Rabboni!"
The gladdened eye illumes, beholds
The certain proof that man, God's cherished son—
Triumphant child of hope and grace—lives on,
Can never die, but dwells in Life's eternity.
Over hate's cross and thorns, earth's needless tears,
Christ proves Love's mastery;
Travels with us its charted course, allays our fears,
Leaves Calvary for friendly Bethany,
On to ascendancy, where sense dreams cease
In joyous Soul's perpetual activity.
