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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
III. “Around a Table, not a Tomb”
By Elizabeth Charles (1827–1896)
AROUND a Table, not a Tomb,
He willed our gathering-place to be;
When going to prepare our home,
Our Saviour said—“Remember Me.”
We kneel around no sculptured stone,        5
Marking the place where Jesus lay;—
Empty the tomb, the angels gone,
The stone for ever rolled away.
Nay! sculptured stones are for the dead!
Thy three dark days of death are o’er;        10
Thou art the Life, our living Head,
Our living Light for evermore!
Of no fond relics, sadly dear,
O Master! are Thine own possest;
The crown of thorns, the cross, the spear,        15
The purple robe, the seamless vest.
Nay, relics are for those who mourn
The memory of an absent friend;
Not absent Thou, nor we forlorn!
“With you each day until the end!”        20
Thus round Thy Table, not Thy Tomb,
We keep Thy sacred Feast with Thee;
Until within the Father’s Home
Our endless gathering-place shall be.

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