Woman's Easter by Lucy Larcome.
With Mary, ere dawn, in the garden,
I stand at the tomb of the Lord;
I share in her sorrowing wonder;
I hear through the darkness a word,
The first the dear Master hath spoken
Since the awful death-stillness was broken.
He calleth her tenderly—"Mary!"
Sweet, sweet is His voice in the gloom.
He spake to us first, O my sisters,
So breathing our lives into bloom!
He lifteth our souls out of prison;
We, earliest, saw him arisen!
The message of his resurrection
To man it was woman's to give;
It is fresh in her heart through the ages:
"He lives, that ye also may live,
Unfolding, as He hath, the story
Of manhood's attainable glory."
