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W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

The Tomb of Rock

Thomas Toke Lynch (1818–1871)

WHAT! is this the only rest

Earth affords her heavenly guest?

For the child she had no room,

To the man she gives—a tomb.

O, Thou weary Man of Love,

Here is stone around, above;

’Tis the dark world’s stony heart,

Enter, and fulfil thy part.

Tender linen swathes thee round,

And a napkin soft is bound

O’er thy features sorrow-worn,

And thy brow so sharply torn.

Such a day deserves its night,

O, sleep on and gather might;

When it pleases Thee to wake,

Tomb and world alike shall shake.