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Cleopas.
I cannot see to reason, 'tis as if
I walked amid a cloud and saw all blurred
Through its slow hazes, nothing certain shaped.
What this portends I guess not. But 'tis strange.
The other Disciple.
Most strange indeed! The closing stone roll'd back
By stealth! the body stolen from the tomb!
Think you the rulers have done this, for fear
His tomb should be a sacred place for us
Who loved him, and the fickle people, moved
With memory of his great signs and words,
Might come and touch his tomb with reverence,
And build about it a great monument
To honour him to all the future days,
A prophet, yea and more?
Cleopas.
Nay but they said,
The women, they had looked upon and heard
A vision of great angels.!
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