Poems (Eddy)/Easter Morn
ENTLY thou beckonest from the giant hills The new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills— O gladsome dayspring! 'reft of mortal sigh To glorify all time—eternity—With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty.
EASTER MORN
ENTLY thou beckonest from the giant hills The new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills— O gladsome dayspring! 'reft of mortal sigh To glorify all time—eternity—With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty. E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God, Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flame Of right with might; and midst the rod, And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name, Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire, Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire.
While sacred song and loudest breath of praise Echo amid the hymning spheres of light,—With heaven's lyres and angels' loving lays,— Send to the loyal struggler for the right, Joy—not of time, nor yet by nature sown, But the celestial seed dropped from Love's throne.
Prolong the strain "Christ risen!" Sad sense, annoy No more the peace of Soul's sweet solitude! Deep loneness, tear-filled tones of distant joy, Depart! Glad Easter glows with grati- tude—Love's verdure veils the leaflet's wondrous birth—Rich rays, rare footprints on the dust of earth.
Not life, the vassal of the changeful hour, Nor burdened bliss, but Truth and Love attest The solemn splendor of immortal power,— The ever Christ, and glorified behest, Poured on the sense which deems no suffering vain That wipes away the sting of death—sin, pain.
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., April 18, 1900.