Sonnet Xcii. That Day Was The Preparation, And The Sabbath Drew On. Poem by Henry Alford

Sonnet Xcii. That Day Was The Preparation, And The Sabbath Drew On.



Rise and depart, thou highly--favoured one,
From the sad cross, by thine adopted led:
Enough of bitter tears hath now been shed:
``Behold thy mother, and behold thy son.''
The meed of promised glory is not won,
The Prince of Life is numbered with the dead;
Each lingering hope of blessedness hath fled;
The treason hath been wrought--the dark deed done.

Thus down the steep of cruel Calvary
Passed those two holy mourners, hand in hand:
But as the brooding darkness from the land
Rose curtain--like, so comfort cheerily
Broke dawning on their hearts, and visions high
Of glory yet unshaped went dimly by.

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