Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

Resurrection


I BURIED Joy; and early to the tomb
I came to weep--so sorrowful was I
Who had not dreamed that Joy, my Joy, could die.

I turned away, and by my side stood Joy
All glorified--ah, so ashamed was I
Who dared to dream that Joy, my Joy, could die!

Submitted: Monday, September 06, 2010
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