Arise, my Crucified One; it is not becoming that Your limbs
should lie in the lowly tomb, nor that worthless stones
should press against the Ransom of the world.
It is unworthy that a mere stone should shut in, confine, and cover
Him in Whose fist all things are held.
Give back Your face, that the world may see the Light;
give back the day which fled at Your death.
Those whom guilty Eve had infected, He now restores.
~ An Easter Poem, Lactantius, A.D. 260-330