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What was the hope and the fulfilment? Nay, was it all only a

useless after-death, a wan, bodiless after-death? Alas, and alas

for the passion of the hu before

the body was dead

For frouish, the body rose torn and chill and colourless Did not

Christ say, "Mary!" and when she turned with outstretched hands

to him, did he not hasten to add, "Touch me not; for I am not

yet ascended to my father"

Then how could the hands rejoice, or the heart be glad,

seeing themselves repulsed Alas, for the resurrection of the

dead body! Alas, for the wavering, gli appearance of the

risen Christ Alas, for the Ascension into heaven, which is a

shadoithin death, a co away

Alas, that so soon the drama is over; that life is ended at

thirty-three; that the half of the year of the soul is cold and

historiless! Alas, that a risen Christ has no place with us!

Alas, that the memory of the passion of Sorrow and Death and the

Grave holds triumph over the pale fact of Resurrection!

But why? Why shall I not rise withlife? Why, when Mary says: Rabboni, shall I