All the place was flooded With a radiance bright; Forth into the darkness Streamed a holy light.
Down she stooped, and peering The dread tomb within, Saw a great white angel Where the Lord had been!
Sore she cried in anguish: “Who hath him betrayed? They have taken away my Lord! Where is he laid?”
“Nay,” the shining angel, Calmly smiling, said— “Why seek ye the living Down among the dead?
He is not here, but risen!” All her soul stood still; Through her trembling pulses Ran a conscious thrill.
“Mary!” said a low voice; “Rabboni!” answered she. Then life was brought to light And immortality!
Mary Magdalenè, First of woman born To see the clear light streaming O’er the hills of morn;
First to hail the Lord Christ, Conqueror of Death, First to bow before Him With abated breath;
First to hear the Master Say—“From Death’s dark prison, From its bonds and fetters, Lo! I have arisen!
Now to God, my Father— Mine and yours—I go; And because I live Ye shall live also!”