Mary Magdalene, by George MacDonald
1 April 2013 by David
A human touch! a pang of death! And in a low delight Thou liest, waiting for new breath. For morning out of night. Thou risest up: the earth is fair, The wind is cool; thou art free! Is it a dream of hell’s despair Dissolves in ecstasy? That man did touch thee! Eyes divine Make sunrise in thy soul; Thou seest love in order shine:— His health hath made thee whole! Thou, sharing in the awful doom, Didst help thy Lord to die; Then, weeping o’er his empty tomb, Didst hear him Mary cry. He stands in haste; he cannot stop; Home to his God he fares: “Go tell my brothers I go up To my Father, mine and theirs.” Run, Mary! lift thy heavenly voice; Cry, cry, and heed not how; Make all the new-risen world rejoice— Its first apostle thou!