On the Resurrection of the Lord.
Thou'rt born, and, lo, bright King, Thy world is born,
Is born with Thee from virgin tomb this morn.
Hastes Nature to its second day of birth,
And a new life in Thee crowns a new earth.
Dear Sun, from Thy life all things draw life's breath;
Nought thence is forced to die, save only Death.
Nor is Death forced—since in Thy grave to lie,
Death will itself, O Christ, be glad to die. R. Wi.
CXII.
Aliqui vero dubitabant. Matt. xxviii. 17.
Scilicet et tellus dubitat,[66] tremebunda: sed ipsum hoc,
Quod tellus dubitat, vos dubitare vetat.
Ipsi custodes vobis, si quaeritis, illud
Hoc ipse dicunt,[67] dicere quod nequeunt.
But some doubted.
Earth, quaking, wavers: if that fact be true,
The wavering earth forbids you waver too.
The very keepers, if their voice you seek,
Though speechless, even by their silence speak. R. Wi.
CXIII.
In vulnerum vestigia quae ostendit Dominus, ad firmandam suorum fidem. Joan. xx. 20.
His oculis, nec adhuc clausis coïere fenestris,
Invigilans nobis est tuus usus amor.
His oculis nos cernit amor tuus: his et amorem,
Christe, tuum gaudet cernere nostra fides.