Classic Poem

JESUS APPEARS TO THE DISCIPLES .

The evening of that day which saw the Lord
Rise from the chambers of the dead was come.
His faithful followers assembled sang
A hymn low-breathed, a hymn of sorrow blent
With hope — when in the midst sudden he stood.
The awe-struck circle backward shrink; he looks
Around with a benignant smile of love,
And says, " Peace be unto you:" faith and joy
Spread o'er each face, amazed; as when the moon,
Pavilion'd in dark clouds, mildly comes forth,
Silvering a circlet in the fleecy rack.