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The other Deciple.
Idle tales.
Alas! they have been weeping now so long,
They go distraught for sorrow. One of them
Had a sick fancy, and the rest, all scared
And horror-struck because the dead was gone,
Believed her ravings, and came huddling back,
Breathless like children who have news to tell
And could not wait to see if it were true
Lest some one else should tell it first. Their words
Seemed to the Apostles idle tales, and they
Know more than we.
Cleopas.
But then the Lord is gone.
The other Deciple.
Yes they have taken him. Would we but knew
Where they have laid him! Will they wreak their hate
Even on the dead? Oh cruel! could they not
Have left us so much comfort as there is
To weep outside a grave?
Cleopas.
And yet he talked
Of rising.
The other Deciple.
Dost thou think it? Did that mean
That he should rise his own same self again?
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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