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Easter Day Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low, Whose cloudy breast cold damps invade, Who never feels the Sun, nor smooths thy brow, But sits oppressed in the shade, Awake, awake! And in his Resurrection partake, Who, on this day (that thou might rise as he) Rose up, and cancelled two deaths due to thee. Awake, awake: and like the Sun, disperse All mists that would usurp this day;Where are thy Palms, thy branches, and thy verse?…

There are no earthquakes, no glowing angels (Matthew), no big stone doors magically rolled away (Mark), or dazzling heavenly pronouncements (Luke). And certainly no five-piece rock bands to make sure the resurrection is hip enough. John's account differs starkly from the others--empty tomb, the leavings of the burial tidily stowed therein, and nobody there, human or otherwise, to cushion the shock and announce an answer or two. There are only the questions. Peter the Impetuous inspects the tomb, guesses that…