Poems (Bell)/Easter
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EASTER.
There is no "death!"
We only fall asleep
In this cold world'
Of trouble and of care,
And when we waken,
Find ourselves transplanted
To that bright "home"
Of love and treasure rare.
We only fall asleep
In this cold world'
Of trouble and of care,
And when we waken,
Find ourselves transplanted
To that bright "home"
Of love and treasure rare.