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EASTER BELLS.
And lo! the hyacinth buds were blown;
A robin was blithely singing;
The cherry-blooms by the wall were white,
And the Easter bells were ringing!
A robin was blithely singing;
The cherry-blooms by the wall were white,
And the Easter bells were ringing!
It was long ago, but the memory lives;
And in all life's Lenten sorrows,
When tempests of grief and trouble beat
And I dread the dark to-morrows,
And in all life's Lenten sorrows,
When tempests of grief and trouble beat
And I dread the dark to-morrows,
I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!"
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!"
