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[[image - color drawing of a bouquet of violets]] AN EASTER HYMN [[end page]] [[start page]] [[image - color drawing of a a few violets]] ON the CROSS we saw Him dying, saw Him mid the spices lying, Saw the nail-prints and the spear-gash As we laid Him in the Tomb. And we wept in anguish weary, through the Sabbath dim and dreary, And our souls were heavy laden with the horror and the gloom.