<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">The Pasch</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Not</span> yet, not yet has He arisen,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The mourning world awaits Him still,</p><p class="line">Awhile He keeps His rock-bound prison,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Hard as the iceberg and as chill.</p><p class="line">Love's willing prisoner He waits</p><p class="line">While men and angels watch the gates.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">For all the stone is rolled away,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">For all the garden waits the sun;</p><p class="line">His Mother for her Star of Day</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Still watching while the minutes run,</p><p class="line">Cries: Son, wilt Thou not rise? O rise,</p><p class="line">My Sun, my Moon of Paradise!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The Friend of sinners, once again</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Awhile with sinners He delays;</p><p class="line">Not such as loving Magdalen,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Whose lovely eyes are water-ways</p><p class="line">To bathe His feet and, having done,</p><p class="line">Dry them in cobwebs of the sun.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Cold as the grave the stony heart</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Where He comes in and sits at feast.</p><p class="line">There's a white table spread apart:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">While Heaven awaits the Star in the East,</p><p class="line">And the poor garden sleeps in shade,</p><p class="line">He lifts the graceless heart He made.</p></div></body></html> · Great War