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What of hope remainèd?
 Black against the sky,
Calvary's awful crosses
 Stretched their arms on high!

Mary Magdalene
 Made her bitter moan:
"From the sealéd sepulchre
 Who shall roll the stone?"

Swift she ran, her spirit
 Filled with awe and fear;
Wide the door stood open
 As her feet drew near!

All the place was flooded
 With a radiance bright;
Forth into the darkness
 Streamed a holy light.

Down she stooped, and peering
 The dread tomb within,
Saw a great white angel
 Where the Lord had been!

Sore she cried in anguish:
 "Who hath him betrayed?
They have taken away my Lord!
 Where is he laid?"

"Nay," the shining angel,
 Calmly smiling, said—
"Why seek ye the living
 Down among the dead?