Lines, Written in an Album.

"Then Jesus said unto her, Mary." "Mary," the ris'n Saviour said, In accents sweet and low; "Mary:" she rais'd her drooping head, The form she sought to know. Mary had lingered by the cross, To see her Saviour die; Had seen him wrapp'd in linen fine, In Joseph's tomb to lie. Now she had come at early dawn, Laden with rich perfume, To shed her tears beside his form-- Her fragrance round his tomb. But, lo! he lives; O, glad surprise! Has ris'n from the grave; And now, before her ravish'd eyes, Proclaims his power to save. May you, who bear that gentle name, This Saviour's call obey; And he will lead you by his grace, To realms of endless day. Mary had followed to the cross-- Had sought him at the tomb; So may you follow, seek and find; He calls--"there still is room."