All armed I ride, what e’er betide,
Until I find the Holy Grail.”
—Tennyson.
“Moreover certain women of our company amazed us, having been early at the tomb.”
Another Easter, to some the brightest yet, smiled in Bozrah, and Miriamne was at the Christian Chapel.
Father Adolphus, after serious, tender greeting, questioned:
“I wonder thy father came not to-day?”
“Oh, he’s celebrating the resurrection of love, joy, and peace, at home. You often told me these were the realities of Christ’s rising.”
“Thy joy in this must reach all fullness?”