And she, the Magdalen! the tidings spread,
“Christ is arisen!” O, woman! in that hour
Well might a solemn rapture fill thy mind—
Thou, earth’s poor outcast, honored with high power
To bear such joyful tidings to mankind.
IV.—PIETY.
Meek list’ner! on whose purely virgin brow
Is set the beauty of submissive thought:
Oh! blest beyond Earth’s favored ones art thou,
Whose earnest eyes so reverently caught