"Why weepest thou?" hath Christ said Not only once, but now To thee; "why weepest thou?Thy loved ones are not dead.
"No sorrow, whatever it be, But that I will help thee bear; Child, cast on Me thy care,Am not I always with thee?"
Oh Father of Spirits! we pray That Thy Grace may give us to look On Thy written and unwritten BookClearly on Easter Day.
MIDNIGHT
There's not a star in all the sky, Only a mass of stormy cloud;And through the naked shuddering trees The wind wails loud.
Aroused from sleep by vague unrest, In vain I seek a sound, a sightOf hope, or sympathy to cheer The lonely night.
No footstep in the silent street, All still except the sob and moanOf the wild wind, as it and I Watch here alone.
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