"Gethsemane" by Carl Bloch
"There lies a tree by Winter felled;
The root thereof so long waxed old,
But strives against advancing cold
'Till tender buds revive and swell.
And though its stock dies in the ground,
Yet through the scent of water's life
The root fends off blind Winter's strife
And lives again, with leafy crown!
So lies man doomed to endless death?
To fade away in wasted sleep?
And ne'er escape the secret keep
Of foul decay and silenced breath?"
"Why seek the living Christ among the dead?
He is not here, but risen, as He said."