"We are almost. . . there," the young woman whispered.
"You must not weep. "
They were now walking among gray boulders taller than themselves. The young woman stopped. "The air is so wonder-4 fully fresh and sweet here on the hill. If only. . . "
"It seems so to me, also," said the older woman. She set the jar down a moment.
Then they continued a few steps and stopped in front of the spot in the side of the hill.
"Behold!" whispered the young woman, "The stone is rolled away. "
She rushed inside the tomb. "Oh, it is empty. He is gone l This is something wondrous!"
The older woman set down the jar again and kneeled beside it. "It is good to weep," she said # # # # #
SPRING -John A. Spelman III
Reprinted from Mountain Life & Work SPRING 1940