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EASTER MORNING.
Nor sit with us one happy hour
In the firelight's fading glow;—
And I dream till my eyes are dim with tears,
And all my life o'erpowered with fears,
As the night-watches go.
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Hark! 't is the west wind blowing free,
Swift herald of the dawn;
Faint murmurs answer from the wood;
The night will soon be gone.
Sad soul! shall day from darkness rise,
And the rose unfold from the sod,
And the bare, brown hills grow beautiful
When May their slopes has trod,—
While they for whom the sun shone fair,
And rose and bird rejoiced the air,
Sleep on, forgot of God?
In the firelight's fading glow;—
And I dream till my eyes are dim with tears,
And all my life o'erpowered with fears,
As the night-watches go.
·······
Hark! 't is the west wind blowing free,
Swift herald of the dawn;
Faint murmurs answer from the wood;
The night will soon be gone.
Sad soul! shall day from darkness rise,
And the rose unfold from the sod,
And the bare, brown hills grow beautiful
When May their slopes has trod,—
While they for whom the sun shone fair,
And rose and bird rejoiced the air,
Sleep on, forgot of God?
Depart, drear visions of the night!
We are the dead, not they!
High in God's mansions of delight
They greet immortal day.
Look out! The sky is flushed with gold
In glad, celestial warning;
The cloudy bars are backward rolled,
And, gloom and shadows scorning,
O'er grief and death victorious,
Above all glories glorious,
Comes up the Easter morning!
We are the dead, not they!
High in God's mansions of delight
They greet immortal day.
Look out! The sky is flushed with gold
In glad, celestial warning;
The cloudy bars are backward rolled,
And, gloom and shadows scorning,
O'er grief and death victorious,
Above all glories glorious,
Comes up the Easter morning!
