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Suggested by seeing at an artists studio an unfn-
1ished picture, intended to represent the scene at
+ the sepulchre. a m es sy -s "a ga 1
j marvel not that in the artists soul
The gem Of truth, eternal as itself,
/ Should seek home, lone wanderer as it is


Amid the grosser things of this, our earth @
Nor that its brilliance should reflected be


Back from his spirits walls, undimmed and free.
But that his hand could to the jewel give 3Se Il
A form by such apt setting SO defined ~
That we may see the truth still lives above,
Tho we have sought 1t mid the dead below.
This, aase to Genius self, isclose veiled STILL no
Our SaviouE's cross yet giving back the rays
That Heaven has lent to light the pilgrim here.
How does the full heart pour itself with these
I Up TO the source of light. Exhaustless fount!
And on the love,touched face of Mary


Who reads not Though her lips essay no specify
Fresh from her faith-flled heart the answering
@ words, E i;HA{ef Es56 44s. s8 5tS st.er. "a e
do not fear--I know that he is risen.


And she, sad penitcpt, whose woman's soul,
Erring and sinful, still loved much, and Ger


Whose midnight deep Let there be light was
n spoke, S
why turns she from that Messenger Divine.
The snow-white raimcnt and the allglorious light
Which, give to heavenly things their majesty
Flashed like the lightning on her SOUL perchance,
And sent her, shrinking from herself, away
Into the arms Of trustfulness and love, gt sg /
I TO speak Of Him, whom at the mornings dawn
She sought, and found among the living


Oh grant that when, mid the dead things OF earth,
We seek whereon to fix out faltering hopes,


We may behold up pointing to the skies
An angel finger there, bidding us to mark


The TRuTH, the RssxN, and The LIVING


Ir II. AUGUSTA. 4