SEPULCHRE—TOMB.
And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth.
And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed.—Matthew, xxvii. 59, 60.
In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.—Matthew, xxviii. 1.
And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side.
And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: He is risen.—Mark, xvi. 5, 6.
How sweet, in the musing of faith to repair
To the garden where Mary delighted to rove;
To sit by the tomb where she breathed her fond prayer,
And paid her sad tribute of sorrow and love;
To see the bright beam which disperses her fear,
As the Lord of her soul breaks the bars of her prison,
And the voice of the angel salutes her glad ear,—
The Lord is a captive no more—“He is risen.”
Cunningham.
I saw two women weeping by the tomb
Of one new buried, in a fair green place,
Bower’d with shrubs; the eye retained no trace
Of aught that day performed; but the faint gloom
Of dying day was spread upon the sky.
The moon was broad and bright above the wood;
The distance sounded of a multitude,
Music, and shout, and mingled revelry.
At length came gleaming through the thicket-shade
Helmet and casque, and a steel-armed band
Watched round the sepulchre in solemn stand.
The night-word passed, from man to man convey’d;
And I could see those women rise and go
Under the dark trees, moving sad and slow.
Henry Alford.
Hark from the tomb a doleful sound,
My ears attend the cry;
Ye living men come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie.
Watts.