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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Easter Stanzas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hope of the Resurrection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I have watched so many mourners weep<br>O’er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—<br>Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days<br>That passed and left me in the sun’s bright rays.<br>Now though you go on smiling in the sun<br>Our love is slain, and love and you were one.<br>You are the first, you I have known so long,<br>Whose death was deadly, a tremendous wrong.<br>Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right<br>Amid the lilies and the candle-light.<br>I think on Heaven, for in that air so clear<br>We two may meet, confused and parted here.<br>Ah, when man’s dearest dies, ’tis then he goes<br>To that old balm that heals the centuries’ woes.<br>Then Christ’s wild cry in all the streets is rife:—<br>“I am the Resurrection and the Life.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We meet at the Judgment and I fear it Not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though better men may fear that trumpet’s warning,<br>I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning,<br>With golden hope my spirit still adorning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our God who made you all so fair and sweet<br>Is three times gentle, and before his feet<br>Rejoicing I shall say:— “The girl you gave<br>Was my first Heaven, an angel bent to save.<br>Oh, God, her maker, if my ingrate breath<br>Is worth this rescue from the Second Death,<br>Perhaps her dear proud eyes grow gentler too<br>That scorned my graceless years and trophies few.<br>Gone are those years, and gone ill-deeds that turned<br>Her sacred beauty from my songs that burned.<br>We now as comrades through the stars may take<br>The rich and arduous quests I did forsake.<br>Grant me a seraph-guide to thread the throng<br>And quickly find that woman-soul so strong.<br>I dream that in her deeply-hidden heart<br>Hurt love lived on, though we were far apart,<br>A brooding secret mercy like your own<br>That blooms to-day to vindicate your throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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The Hope of the Resurrection

Though I have watched so many mourners weep
O’er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days
That passed and left me in the sun’s bright rays.
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