The life. After Christ arose.
It was Easter morn, and what would they see?
The Stone rolled away, women hurried to where He be;
And finding there two angels, saying He is not here,
They were upset to not see Him, they turned to Fear.
As they left Mary thought a gardener was there,
She asked Him where is My Lord, don't you care?
But as she turned to go she heard Him say,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem