| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | The Raising of Lazarus | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | | WHEN Lazarus left his charnel-cave, | |
| And home to Mary’s house return’d, | |
| Was this demanded—if he yearn’d | |
| To hear her weeping by his grave? | |
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| “Where wert thou, brother, those four days?” | 5 |
| There lives no record of reply, | |
| Which telling what it is to die | |
| Had surely added praise to praise. | |
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| From every house the neighbours met, | |
| The streets were fill’d with joyful sound, | 10 |
| A solemn gladness even crown’d | |
| The purple brows of Olivet. | |
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| Behold a man raised up by Christ! | |
| The rest remaineth unreveal’d; | |
| He told it not; or something seal’d | 15 |
| The lips of that Evangelist. | | | | |
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