Classic Poem

Oh, the anguish of Mary!
Her grief and despair
When she came to the tomb
And the Lord was not there!
As she silently stood
With her balm and her myrrh,
And His winding-sheet only
Was waiting for her.

Oh, the blackness of death!
Life's utter despair
Had she not come to the tomb,
And the Lord had been there
Lying wrapped in the shroud,
With the balm and the myrrh,
And no risen Redeemer
Had waited for her.