Monday, February 5, 2018

Easter Lilies

Easter Lilies
by Mary Lowe Dikinson

Not as we bring our garlands to a tomb,
To breathe heart-fragrance o'er a lost one's
rest,
Bring we this wreath of sweetness and of bloom
To crown this day, of all our days the best.

But as if love and gratitude and prayer,
Lying in grave dark that enwrapped his face.
Had seen his smile break forth with wondrous
grace,
And sudden blossomed into beauty there.

As if along the way that felt His tread
Life burst from death and flowers from the sod;
So new love springs to meet the heart of God,
In joyful praise that Christ no more is dead.

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