Henry Longan Stuart: "Resurrexit"

Easter Sunday 2005

Resurrexit

All you that weep, all you that mourn,
   All you that grieving go,
Lift up your eyes, your heads adorn,
   Put off your weeds of woe.
The sorrows of the Passion week
   Like tearful dreams are fled.
For He hath triumphed Whom you seek,
   Is risen—That was dead.

Oh! you who to the Sepulchre
   At break of morning bring
The tribute of your spice and myrrh
   To balm our murdered King,
Each cleft of His forsaken tomb
   With Easter sun is red,
For He you laid amidst its gloom
   Is risen That was dead.

See! all about the prostrate stone
   Its abject sentries stand,
Death, with his diadem downthrown,
   And Fear, with fettered hand.
Lo! captive of the nails and spear
   Captivity is led,
For Love, that conquers Death and Fear
   Is risen—That was dead.

Henry Longan Stuart (1875-1928)

The Catholic Anthology: The World's Great Catholic Poetry (revised edition, 1940), ed. Thomas Walsh and George N. Shuster, p. 396.

See also Easter Sunday and Edmund Spenser: Easter.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Sun. 03/27/05 07:54:10 AM
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