“Because I live, ye shall live also.”
Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping
On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,
Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping
Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.
Ah! loving and beloved, we know ye rest,
E’en in the grave, upon her hallow’d breast.
Where is the cumbrous robe-the flesh-the matter
Which held the spirit in such painful thrall?
A little dust that scarce a breath would scatter,
Darkness, and void, and silence-this seems all.
Yet somewhere, safe, the waiting body lies,
While the freed spirit is in Paradise.
Ah! in that day, when earth is all refinèd
From death and sin, the darkness and the stain;
When Eden’s perfect beauty is enshrinèd
In unmarred purity and light again;
Transfigured, and “exceeding white as snow”-
But still that body-it will rise, we know.
The self-same lips that hymn’d the Easter story
With heart of Easter gladness, here, may sing
The song of angels, in the angels’ glory,
Around the throne of our Almighty King.
The same feet, which this ancient pavement trod,
May walk for aye the temple-courts of God.
O blessed day, which saw the Saviour risen!
Which told to trembling man that wondrous news-
“The grave is not thy body’s endless prison,
Thy soul no more in vain for pardon sues.
From Adam’s curse, by Christ’s death, thou art free-
The Lord accepts this sacrifice for thee.”
“Peace be with you”-by Him those words were spoken
After the glorious victory was won-
After the angel gave that blessed token
To her whose favour’d lips had called him “Son.”
Ah! where were peace, if every trembling breath
Strengthen’d the fetters of an endless death?
Where were the peace, if that dark cloud of mourning
From Calvary’s hill had never pass’d away?
If our deep night had never known the dawning
Of that mysterious Resurrection-day?
O Christ our Lord! Thou didst indeed release
Thy sinful children, and didst give them peace.
And now we know that Thou art throned for ever,
True God, and yet true man, in heaven above;
That now no power our life from Thine can sever,
That naught shall rob us of Thy gift of love;
That Thou, within the veil, dost intercede
For all who suffer and for all in need.
That Thou art with us here, too, in our sorrow-
With us to help in every time of strife,
Dost give to each dark day its joyous morrow,
Dost make us strong with Thine own love and life.
And we may love, and we may come to Thee
In heaven, and share Thy great felicity!
Ay, when the grass upon our grave is sighing
In the cool wind and Easter moonlight fair,
The mortal dust, beneath the violets lying,
Shall rest in hope and rest in safety there,
Till Thou shalt come with Thy celestial train,
And our bright spirit take its own again.
“After Thy likeness,” in its sweet perfection,
Shall we awake in that eternal day;
All-save the sin-shall have its resurrection,
Clothed in Thy glorious immortality.
And we shall stand Thy radiant throne beside,
Blessed for evermore, and-satisfied!
A few random poems:
- Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid by William Wordsworth
- Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – У меня было сорок фамилий
- From the heart of your heart by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Projector by Shreekumar Varma
- Robert Burns: Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee: With an Impression of the Author’s Portrait.
- The Highland Broach by William Wordsworth
- My Country Place by Thomas J Camp
- Gift Of The Great – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Written In Very Early Youth by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Седакова – Легенда шестая
- “Come listen, ye students of every degree” by Tobias Smollett
- Enough by Sara Teasdale
- Яков Полонский – Братья
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXXI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXVII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XL poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood X poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood VIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood VI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Memory poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XXXV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XXVIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XXVI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XXI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XVII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XLIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XLIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Love Sonnet XLII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.