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MARY MAGDALENE. / We have risen early, yet the sun / O'ertakes us ere we reach the sepulchre, / To wrap the body of our blessed Lord / With our sweet spices.
MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. / Lo, this is the garden, / And yonder is the sepulchre. But who / Shall roll away the stone for us to enter?