Easter
Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
Bid young lambs leap,
And earth laugh after sleep
Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
Bid young lambs leap,
And earth laugh after sleep
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf
Just like a fra...
Rise heart; thy lord is risen
Sing his praise Without delayes,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With him mayst rise:
That, as his death calcinèd thee to dust,
ST glorious Lord of Lyfe
that, on this day,
Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win:
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.