“ Night of the Tomb! Through thy darkness is shining A light since the Star in the East never dim; No joy's exultation, no sorrow's repining Could hide it in life or life's ending from him. Silence of death! There were voices from heaven, That pierced to the quick ear of Faith through the gloom: The rod and the staff that he asked for were given, And he followed the Saviour's own track to the tomb. Beyond it, above, in an atmosphere finer, Lo, infinite ranges of being to fill! In that land of the spirit, that region diviner, He liveth, he loveth, he laboreth still. ”
