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EASTER MORNING
Oh, hark! oh, hark! A startled cry,
A rush of hurrying feet,
The swarming of a hundred men
Adown the village street.
A rush of hurrying feet,
The swarming of a hundred men
Adown the village street.
"Now unto God and Christ the Lord
Be praise and thanks alway!
The sea hath given up its dead
This blessed Easter-day."
Be praise and thanks alway!
The sea hath given up its dead
This blessed Easter-day."