Easter Song

The lilies whisper,

"Hush! On, hush!

The Master is sleeping!"

Be still, glad thrush.

O night winds send

From your muted throat

Your cooling breath--

Bid it curve and float

Singing a silent requiem

While the Master sleeps--

An Easter crown, His diadem.

The grasses murmur,

Lilies weep,

"The Master is gone!"

Where He lay asleep

Only the shroud

He wore is left.

Then an angel's voice,

"Be not bereft,

The Master is risen!

Behold Thy Lord!"

O, dawn winds sing

A triumphant chord!

The Master, smiling,

With infinite grace

Caresses a lily's

Pure white face.

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