Sleep and a “maiden” walking hand in hand.
They passed among those homes of “silent dead,”
They found “her darling’s grave,” the “name” they read,
Then, bending on her soulful, tender eyes,
The “maiden” whispered: “Did our dear Lord rise?
Then wherefore fall these teardrops from thine eyes?
If ‘Christ is risen indeed,’ then shall not we,
His ‘friends,’ his ‘heirs,’ live through eternity?
“Why should the Christians fear, who thus believe?
Why will they not the ‘Comforter’ receive?