Classic Poem

The Christ is risen the preachers say
“Cry, for today is Easter Day”.

Yea; if the dead might rise; then he
Might rise for one thing verily.

He has not heard the mouths that moved
The faint and fallen that he loved

The wheels that rack, the lips that rave
Stern is God's guard about the grave.

Peace—for the priests in gold array—
Peace—for today is Easter day.

The bannered pomp: the pontiffs wise
(Great God—methinks he might arise)

Might break for once from death's eclipse
To smite these liars on the lips.