TO-MORROW or in twenty centuries The sudden falling open of a lid On some grey tomb beside the Pyramid May bring the First Evangel to our eyes. That day, who knows with what aghast surprise Our priests shall touch the very deeds He did, And learn the truth so many ages hid, And find, perchance, the Christ did never rise. What then? shall all our faith be accounted vain? Nothing be left of all our nights of prayer? Nothing of all the scruples, all the tears Of endless generations' endless years? Take heart! Be sure the fruits of these remain. Hark to the Inner Witness: Christ is there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES |