THE DAY AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION.34 P AST is the dread and solemn day On which that deed of deeds was done, Returns the sad indignant sun. On that dark day of sorrow he The Lord that gave him being die. With cold averted gaze the Jews The moon, accustomed to put forth 'Twas 35 no eclipse that formed that gloom :-- Grim midnight on the midday sky Could tell them 'twas no mortal whom They dared to mock and crucify. For 'mid the fury-blinded crowd Truth burst from the centurion : His radiant words cleft Doubt's dark cloud; Truly This man is God's own Son.' What mean those ancient trees now prone, The earth that shuddered at His doom Were startled from their dreamless rest. While Nature, with her laws reversed, That fiends would scarcely dare to own! Through the first child-like buds of spring Autumnal dirges seem to sound ; The flitting birds no longer sing, And mope as though by strange spell bound. Never did dim November's shade Or grim December's darkest night, We do not know whence came that light All gazers viewed the awful sight, Both those afar and standing nigh. All, all is o'er, the double strain, The tomb is closed, for not as yet As though 'twere lost for evermore. Yet from that strange abnormal night, The gladden'd earth no more shall lose. The Lord's forgiveness rests on those Who sinned, not knowing what they did; But on their chiefs wait awful woes, From whom such knowledge was not hid. Dispersed is now that fickle throng. Now hailed their king with shout and song, 6 And then, Away to death, Away.' ST. PETER. Where is he now, whose granite heart That he th' Invincible, the Rock, Scenes of past days before him rise, The converse by the sea or lake, The pains his Master deigned to take And then, the last glance of those eyes Once only did man wield the power, His piteous sorrows do not bring |