And He is gone again. And verily,
She too is risen. How other could it be?
Her faith had never faltered - never she
Had cancelled, e'en in thought, the purity
Of that her Sacrifice. Oh, happy she.
How calm she is. What graceful dignity
Sits on her upraised look. Alone is she,
Yet not alone. Life lives again to be
For ever hers - hers to Eternity.
And all the world is saved. Oh, happy she.
The world is saved; and saved by Him. Ah, see,
Conquered is death and His the victory.
Fulfilled is ancient prophecy, and He
The true Messias reigns. In Limbo, free,
The Fathers rest in peace. Oh, happy she.
However long, short still the time will be
When He will reign on earth triumphantly.
She sees it in her soul. Exultantly
Her pulses throb. 'Ah, Sion verily
Shall Him remember - Son of God is He.
'And on the throne of David He shall be
The Man to rule the Peoples righteously,
For King of Kings and Lord of Lords is He,
Son of my soul, whose I shall ever be -
The dear Hand-maiden of His dignity.
'From east to west, from north to south will be
The trophies of His wondrous Victory.
The Sun of Righteousness shall Gentiles see,
And gather fruits from the all-spreading Tree
Of Life, which Nature heals abundantly.'
With folded hands, and parted lips, oh, see
The Virgin Mother stand in ecstasy
When Cleophas and Mary wistfully
Enter the chamber. 'Mother of Jesus, see -
The Tomb is empty. Mary, risen is He.'
- text taken from Mary: The Perfect Woman, by Emily Mary Shapcote