. Wayfarings . n we must find him. PETKR {running alone): He shall be found: Soldiers surround The tomb—that mighty stone Cannot be overthrown. He is there still, The Magdalene spoke ill. John {calling-): Simon, Simon Peter, the stone is rolled away,Hasten, hasten! 27 28 *SO THEr RAN BOTH TOGETHER. Peter: O to fall and pray! But forward to the tomb is my soul drawn-Why is the earth so sudden strange, the dawnAll dim and silent? O my Christ, my Christ,From whose dear look my wicked pride enticedSo utterly and oft, where art thou, Lord? {Comingup rapidly.)There is a soldiers helmet, there a swor
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. Wayfarings . n we must find him. PETKR {running alone): He shall be found: Soldiers surround The tomb—that mighty stone Cannot be overthrown. He is there still, The Magdalene spoke ill. John {calling-): Simon, Simon Peter, the stone is rolled away, Hasten, hasten! 27 28 *SO THEr RAN BOTH TOGETHER. Peter: O to fall and pray! But forward to the tomb is my soul drawn-Why is the earth so sudden strange, the dawnAll dim and silent? O my Christ, my Christ, From whose dear look my wicked pride enticedSo utterly and oft, where art thou, Lord? {Comingup rapidly.)There is a soldiers helmet, there a sword—What fright hath seized them? John, brother, speak! John: He we seekIs not here, Peter;—fearHovers about me.Go in without me.The watchers are far hence, Empty grave-garments! Peter :Empty, thou sayest? Then, while thou prayest, I will go face The gloom of the place. {Entering the tomb.)Lord, bring me beside thee, Yea, I, who denied thee!Art thou lying here, Master?Or art— (Calling to John.)Hither! Faster!. 4 ^? ^ , * //. Hoftnann. Easteh Morning. BUT MARY STOOD WITHOUT . . WEEP-ING. Mary Magdalene: Would that I dared, would that I dared to try!John saw, and Simon Peter, yet not I.Chill is the dawn: the sun hath sent no dart, But bleaker and more gloomy is my heart.How wildly Simon called upon his brother!How tremblingly they sped! but to the other, The Magdalene, here ere the raw days birth, No word they spake of heaven or of earth.Now are they fled: their figures wane away, And I again am left, to fear, to pray, To agonize in tears for him who passedUnto the gates of hell, and died at last. How should he not die? O the yearning eyesThat drew and dazed the sinner! High surpriseWas there, that one should choose to fall so low, But love inefrable was there also.How could one see a Rabbi so divine.The brethren say, but quickly hed resignAll things, and follow him, for that great look?—Regard that raised one up to heavn or shookHim down unto the pit, as when in wrathHe warned the