“I bring Thee balm, and, lo, Thou art not here!
Twice have I poured mine ointment on Thy brow,
And washed Thy feet with tears. Disdain’st Thou now
The spikenard and the myrrh?
Has Death, alas, betrayed Thee with a kiss
That seals Thee from the memory of mine?”
“Mary!” It is the self-same Voice Divine.
“Rabboni!”—only this.
(John Bannister Tabb)
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