Dead they left Him in the tomb <br />And the impenetrable gloom, <br />Rolled the great stone to the door, <br />Dead, they thought, forevermore. <br /> <br />Then came Mary Magdalene <br />Weeping to that bitter scene, <br />And she found, to her dismay, <br />That the stone was rolled away. <br /> <br />Cometh Peter then and John, <br />Him they'd loved to look upon, <br />And they found His linen there <br />Left within the sepulcher. <br /> <br />'They have taken Him away!' <br />Mary cried that Easter Day. <br />Low, she heard a voice behind: <br />'Whom is it you seek to find?' <br /> <br />'Tell me where He is!' she cried, <br />'Him they scourged and crucified. <br />Here we left Him with the dead!' <br />'Mary! Mary!' Jesus said. <br /> <br />So by Mary Magdalene <br />First the risen Christ was seen, <br />And from every heart that day <br />Doubt's great stone was rolled away.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-easter/
