Poem by Alice Meynell

Easter Night

All night had shout of men and cry
        Of woeful women filled His way;
Until that noon of sombre sky
        On Friday, clamour and display
Smote Him; no solitude had He,
No silence, since Gethsemane.

Public was Death; but Power, but Might,
        But Life again, but Victory,
Were hushed within the dead of night,
        The shutter'd dark, the secrecy.
And all alone, alone, alone
He rose again behind the stone.

1. Veni Creator
2. The Newer Vainglory
3. The Unexpected Peril
4. Unto Us a Son Is Given
5. The Threshing Machine

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