Wo for that waking till God o’er it gleams!
Better the sleeper were locked in his rest,
Better the sun had gone down in his west!
Yet if thy path windeth up through thy fears,
Hope’s resurrection shall dawn on thy tears!
Hope! Hope! transfigured and bright,
Walking with Faith on the mountains of light!
Bidding thee weep the departed no more,
Angels await at the sepulchre door!
Bidding thee take up thy cross, for the day