Easter Night All night had shout of men and cry Of woeful women filled His way; Until that noon of sombre sky On Friday, clamour and display Smote Him; no solitude had He, No silence, since Gethsemane.   Public was death; but Power, but Might, But Life again, but Victory, Were hushed within the dead of night, The shuttered dark, the secrecy. And all alone, alone, alone, He rose again behind the stone.    -- Alice Meynell (1847-1922)    -----------------------