“One place alone had ceased to hold its prey;
A form had press’d it and was there no more;
The garments of the Grave beside it lay,
Where once they wrapp’d him on the rocky floor.
“He only with returning footsteps broke
Th’ eternal calm wherewith the Tomb was bound;
Among the sleeping Dead alone He woke,
And bless’d with outstretch’d hands the host around.
“Well is it that such blessing hovers here,
To soothe each sad survivor of the throng,