Poems (Kimball)/"With flowers we crown His altar fair"
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With flowers we crown His altar fair, For Christ's own morning breaks, And earth of Easter-tide aware To song and bloom awakes.
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The day of days is the Easter Day; The Church puts on her white array; For Christ hath filled the very tomb With Easter light and Easter bloom!
His love o'er loveliest things of earth Symbolic beauty throws; The Resurrection shadows forth In every flower that blows. Chorus. The day of days, etc.
These flowers their mission sweet fulfil And in their sweetness die; But Easter hopes unfolding still Climb flower-like up the sky. Chorus. The day of days, etc.
O Easter Day that yet shall be, Whose splendors shall not fail; Thy deathless bloom the Church shall see Beyond the rended veil!
chorus.
The day of days is the Easter Day; The Church puts on her white array; For Christ hath filled the very tomb With Easter light and Easter bloom!