A Legend Of Easter Morn

F rom the Sunday ínter Ocean. The earth stil 1 trembled- all as yet was dark, Xhfl slurin tlnit swept the earth had left its mark, Yet in the east the mighty king of day Was ppcping forth to drive the shades away - When, heedless of tlie terrors of the irloom. Swt'ct Mary hastencd to the Savior's tumb. Her bleedinj Jieart more keenly feit the loss Uf Iïim who gave Hïs hfe upxn the cross. Weepinjr Bhe came with spicee for the dead, To lay her ofPine at her Savior's head. Kre sht' reached the tomb the legen ds ay, A thornbush, growing ttood just iii the way, And in the bush a dnve had built her nest. And sat with tour white eggs bcneath her breast. Gazine beyood the bush, whcre Jesus layt Mary belield tlie (jreat stonc rolled away. And in the dep'hs she saw the ernpty prison, Wrth glad surprise ahe shouted "Christ is risenl Xhc frightenep dove rose quickly at the cry, And, ilutt'ring Tor a moment, sought to fly. A crue! thorn had meanwhile pierced her breast. W iih pjainlive cry sim sank back in the nest, Then , heavenward rising on her graceful wïng, Pourcd forth a song of gladness, "Lo, theKing!" Theblood tliat tricklcd from her breast had spread Jvcr the pure white efs, and stainud them red, And Mary saw anothcr heart had shed [ts precious life drops for the risen dead. [lince the custom Ín every land and clime Where the story is told at Eafiter time, Wc color ejfps ia memory oL tlie love Of gentle Mary and the plaintive dove.]