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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Resting-Place</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Because I live, ye shall live also.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping<br>On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,<br>Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping<br>Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.<br>Ah! loving and beloved, we know ye rest,<br>E'en in the grave, upon her hallow'd breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the cumbrous robe—the flesh—the matter<br>Which held the spirit in such painful thrall?<br>A little dust that scarce a breath would scatter,<br>Darkness, and void, and silence—this seems all.<br>Yet somewhere, safe, the waiting body lies,<br>While the freed spirit is in Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! in that day, when earth is all refinèd<br>From death and sin, the darkness and the stain;<br>When Eden's perfect beauty is enshrinèd<br>In unmarred purity and light again;<br>Transfigured, and “exceeding white as snow”—<br>But still that body—it will rise, we know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The self-same lips that hymn'd the Easter story<br>With heart of Easter gladness, here, may sing<br>The song of angels, in the angels' glory,<br>Around the throne of our Almighty King.<br>The same feet, which this ancient pavement trod,<br>May walk for aye the temple-courts of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O blessed day, which saw the Saviour risen!<br>Which told to trembling man that wondrous news—<br>“The grave is not thy body's endless prison,<br>Thy soul no more in vain for pardon sues.<br>From Adam's curse, by Christ's death, thou art free—<br>The Lord accepts this sacrifice for thee.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Peace be with you”—by Him those words were spoken<br>After the glorious victory was won—<br>After the angel gave that blessed token<br>To her whose favour'd lips had called him “Son.”<br>Ah! where were peace, if every trembling breath<br>Strengthen'd the fetters of an endless death?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where were the peace, if that dark cloud of mourning<br>From Calvary's hill had never pass'd away?<br>If our deep night had never known the dawning<br>Of that mysterious Resurrection-day?<br>O Christ our Lord! Thou didst indeed release<br>Thy sinful children, and didst give them peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now we know that Thou art throned for ever,<br>True God, and yet true man, in heaven above;<br>That now no power our life from Thine can sever,<br>That naught shall rob us of Thy gift of love;<br>That Thou, within the veil, dost intercede<br>For all who suffer and for all in need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Thou art with us here, too, in our sorrow—<br>With us to help in every time of strife,<br>Dost give to each dark day its joyous morrow,<br>Dost make us strong with Thine own love and life.<br>And we may love, and we may come to Thee<br>In heaven, and share Thy great felicity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, when the grass upon our grave is sighing<br>In the cool wind and Easter moonlight fair,<br>The mortal dust, beneath the violets lying,<br>Shall rest in hope and rest in safety there,<br>Till Thou shalt come with Thy celestial train,<br>And our bright spirit take its own again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“After Thy likeness,” in its sweet perfection,<br>Shall we awake in that eternal day;<br>All—save the sin—shall have its resurrection,<br>Clothed in Thy glorious immortality.<br>And we shall stand Thy radiant throne beside,<br>Blessed for evermore, and—satisfied!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping
On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,
Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping
Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.
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