Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Buried To-Day - Poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
February 23, 1858.
When the soft green buds are bursting out,
And up on the south wind comes a shout
Of village boys and girls at play
In the mild spring evening gray.
Sturdy of heart and stout of limb,
From eyes that drew half their light from him,
And put low, low, underneath the clay,
In his spring--on this spring day.
All the pride of boy-life begun,
All the hope of life yet to run;
Who dares to question when One saith 'Nay.'
Murmur not--only pray.
Another body in churchyard sod,
Another soul on the life in God.
HIS Christ was buried--and lives alway:
Trust Him, and go your way.
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