Hence they have born my Lord: Behold! the Stone Is rowl'd away; and my sweet Saviour's gone! Tell me, white Angell; what is now become Of Him, we lately seal'd up in this Tombe? Is He, from hence, gone to the shades beneath, To vanquish Hell, as here He conquer'd Death? If so; I'le thither follow, without feare; And live in Hell, if that my Christ stayes there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND by GEORGE HENRY BOKER TO MY HONOURED FRIEND MR. DRAYTON; AFFIXED TO 'POLYOLBION' by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE SACRIFICE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |