Far in the Eastern passage-way a sudden light;
The stone that blocked the sepulchre is backward rolled;
And down into the foetid, stifling vault of Night
The naked corpse of Dawn is lowered, grey and cold.
by Dorothy ParkerOh, mercifullest one of all,
Oh, generous as dear,
None lived so lowly, none so small,
Thou couldst withhold thy tear:
How swift, in pure compassion,
How meek in charity,