The Work of Afro-American Women
CHRIST IS RISEN.
Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that
.--I Cor. XV. 20.
The Lord is risen! In the early dawn
Nature awakens to the glad surprise,
79And incense sweet from blossoming vale and lawn
Fills the fair earth, and circles to the skies.
O, Death, where thy terrors, thy darkness and gloom!
And where, evermore, is thy victory, O grave!
Behold, the Great Conqueror illumines the tomb,
Where shall rest the redeemed He hath suffered to save.
O'er sin hath He triumphed, o'er ruler and foe,
O'er scorn and rude insult, o'er mockery and shame;
Whose pain and whose anguish we never can know,
But whose love through it all remaineth the same.
Alleluia! He is risen, the song has begun,
Alleluia! Let the music reach each echoing shore,
He is risen! He is risen! the theme of every tongue,
To whom be endless glory, both now and evermore.
Miss Cordelia Ray, one of the teachers of New York City, has won for herself a place in the
front rank of our literary workers. A poem, entitled "Dante," contributed to a late issue of the
, received well deserved praise, and many readers hope we shall again be charmed
with offerings from the same pen. We regret our inability to quote sufficiently from poems sent us
to do justice to the author's talent, but space forbids.