A Star stood forth in Heaven;
    The Watchers ran to see
The Sign of the Promise given—
    “But there comes no sign to me
        (To me! To me!)
“My child died in the dark.
    Is it well with the child, is it well?
There was none to tend him or mark,
    And I know not how he fell.”

The Cross was raised on high;
    The Mother grieved beside—
“But the Mother saw Him die
    And took Him when He died.
        (He died! He died!)
“Seemly and undefiled
    His burial-place was made—
Is it well, is it well with the child?
    For I know not where he is laid.”

On the dawning of Easter Day
    Comes Mary Magdalene;
But the Stone was rolled away,
    And the Body was not within—
        (Within! Within!)
“Ah, who will answer my word?
    The broken mother prayed.
“They have taken away my Lord,
    And I know not where He is laid.”

“The Star stands forth in Heaven.
    The watchers watch in vain
For Sign of the Promise given
    Of peace on Earth again—
        (Again! Again!)
“But I know for Whom he fell”—
    The steadfast mother smiled,
“Is it well with the child—is it well?
    It is well—it is well with the child!”