She who thus went through flaming hell
To make us, put into our clay
All that there is of heaven, shall she--
Mother and sister, wife and fay,--

Have no part in the world she made--
Serf of the rainbow, vassal flower--
Save knitting in the afternoon,
And rocking cradles, hour by hour!


AN EASTER HYMN

Spake the Lord Christ--"I will arise."
It seemed a saying void and vain--
How shall a dead man rise again!--
Vain as our tears, vain as our cries.
Not one of all the little band
That loved Him this might understand.

"I will arise"--Lord Jesus said.
Hearken, amid the morning dew,
Mary, a voice that calleth you,--
Then Mary turned her golden head,
And lo! all shining at her side
Her Master they had crucified.

At dawn to his dim sepulchre,
Mary, remembering that far day,