Classic Poem

Two angels were in Mary's life;
One came when she was young,
When the fields of Spring were blossoming
And the birds of morning sung.
In a green garden between folded wings
He gave her heart the promise that was Spring's.

Two angels were in Mary's life;
One came when she was old.
She sought her son on an Easter dawn
In a carven tomb and cold,
And lo! one stood before her there who said.
“Rejoice, rejoice! He lives and is not dead!”

Two angels were in Mary's life;
The second loved she best.
God grant this day he comes to stay
Each heart that, grief-possessed,
May turn to sudden rapture at the voice
That cries: “Thy dead have never died—Rejoice!”