[The women] bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint Him…Going into the tomb, they saw a young man in a white robe…they were startled…they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulcher, for they trembled and were amazed. Mark 16:1,5,8
Words: Thomas T. Lynch, The Rivulet, third edition, enlarged (London: Longmans, Green, Reader & Dyer, 1868), number 114.
There is purpose in this waste;
Women, as away ye haste,
Precious spices strew the ground,
Sweetness they will shed around.
What ye meant for Him, on us
He has now bestowed, and thus
Sunny winds with fragrant breath
Will disperse the scent of death.
Happy morning, calmly bright,
Never clouds shall dim your light;
Happy garden, kindly free,
All the world may walk in thee.
Love is freer than the wave,
Love is stronger than the grave,
Love is brighter than the sky,
Love has won the victory.