Commune Pontificum
Calling.
" A RE the gates sure? — is every bolt made fast?
No dangerous whisper wandering through —
Dare we breathe calm, and unalarm'd forecast
Our calls to suffer or to do? "
O ye of little faith! twelve hours ago,
He whom ye mourn, by power unbound
The bonds ye fear; nor sealed stone below
Barred Him, nor mailed guards around.
The Lord is risen indeed! His own have seen,
They who denied, have seen His face,
Weeping and spared. Shall loyal hearts not lean
Upon His outstretch'd arm of grace?
Shine in your orbs, ye stars of God's new heaven,
Or gather'd or apart, shine clear!
Far, far beneath the opposing mists are driven,
The Invisible is waiting near.
" A RE the gates sure? — is every bolt made fast?
No dangerous whisper wandering through —
Dare we breathe calm, and unalarm'd forecast
Our calls to suffer or to do? "
O ye of little faith! twelve hours ago,
He whom ye mourn, by power unbound
The bonds ye fear; nor sealed stone below
Barred Him, nor mailed guards around.
The Lord is risen indeed! His own have seen,
They who denied, have seen His face,
Weeping and spared. Shall loyal hearts not lean
Upon His outstretch'd arm of grace?
Shine in your orbs, ye stars of God's new heaven,
Or gather'd or apart, shine clear!
Far, far beneath the opposing mists are driven,
The Invisible is waiting near.
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