Fourth Hour, 8i

So darkly the Tempter was saying,

To hearts that with sorrow were dumb ;

And the poor souls were clinging in darkness to

God,

With hands that with anguish were numb. « * « « «

In my dreams came the third day morning,

And fairly the day-star shone \ But fairer, the solemn angel,

As he rolled away the stone.

In the lowly dwelling of Mary,

In the dusky twilight chill. There was heard the sound of coming feet.

And her very heart grew still.

And in the glimmer of dawning.

She saw him enter the door. Her Son, all living and real.

Risen, to die no more !