In the course of his wandering among the pyramids of Egypt, Lord Lindsay, the celebrated English traveler, accidentally came across a mummy, the inscription on which proved to be at least two thousand years old. In examining the mummy after it was carefully unwrapped, he found in one of its closed hands a small, round root. Wondering how long vegetable life could last, he took the little bulb from that closed hand, and planted it in a sunny soil, allowed the dew and rains of heaven to descend upon it, and in course of time, a few weeks, to his astonishment and joy, that root burst forth and bloomed into a beautiful flower. This interesting incident suggested to Mrs. S. H. Bradford the following thoughts upon the resurrection:-

Two thousand years ago, a flower
Bloomed lightly, in a far-off land;
Two thousand years ago, its seed
Was placed within a dead man's hand.

Before the Savior came on earth,
That man had lived, and loved, and died,
And even in that far-off time,
The flower had spread its perfume wide.

Suns rose and set, years came and went,
The dead hand kept its treasure well;
Nations were born and turned to dust,
While life was hidden in that shell.

The shriveled hand is robbed at last:
The seed is buried in the earth;
When, lo ! the life long hidden there,
Into a glorious flower burst forth.

Just such a plant as that which grew
From such a seed when buried low,
Just such a flower in Egypt bloomed
And died, two thousand years ago.

And will not He who watched the seed
And kept the life within the shell,
When those He loves are laid to rest,
Watch o'er their buried dust as well ?

And will not He from 'neath the sod
Cause something glorious to rise?
Ay ! though it sleep two thousand years,
Yet all that buried dust shall rise.

Just such a face as greets you now,
Just such a form as here you bear,
Only more glorious far will rise
To meet the Savior in the air.

Then will I lay me down in peace
When called to leave this vale of tears;
For " in my flesh shall I see God,"
E'en though I sleep two thousand years.

(From "Waymarks in the Wilderness")