’Tis their last meal, for now the sun has set,
One breaks the bread. I know that lovely face,
That voice—but lo! he’s vanished from the place.
“Was it an angel? No, it was the Lord.
He lives again—he is to us restor’d.”
What joy now fills these hearts that late were fill’d
With fears! Ah, now forever—ever still’d!
“Well might our hearts burn in us by the way
While Jesus spake,” the fond disciples say;
“How sweet was his discourse! we little thought