"Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master. Jesus said unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father; but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father and your Father; and to my God and your God." --John 20:16-17.
Jerusalem is silent now,
Her priests and warriors sleep;
And dimly on yon vaulted brow,
The stars their vigils keep:
Unheeded is that voiceless gloom--
That stillness has no dread
To her that weeping seeks the tomb
Of the beloved Dead.
The morn on Zion's lonely hill,
Has cast no beams abroad;
Yet Mary's footstep lingers still--
She goes to seek her Lord:
Why stands she wondering?--Hands unknown
Have burst the shroud and pall;
And rolled away the sealed stone,
And rent the prison wall.
Jesus, the Dead, she sees no more,
And weeps in fond alarm,--
O, shall she not upon him pour
Her spices, myrrh and balm?
Blessed One! thy love and faith are great,
Is not thy triumph near?
Yea, He thou seek'st doth on thee wait,
Mary! behold Him here.
