Song of Easter
by Celia Thaxter
Sing, children, sing!
And the lily censers swing;
Sing that life and joy are waking and that Death no
more is king.
Sing the happy, happy tumult of the slowly brighten-
ing spring;
Sing, children, sing!
Sing, children, sing!
Winter wild has taken wing.
Fill the air with the sweet tidings till the frosty echoes
ring!
Along the eaves the icicles no longer glittering cling;
And the crocus in the garden lifts its bright face to the
Sun,
And in the meadows softly the brooks begin to run;
And the golden catkins swing
In the warm airs of the spring;
Sing, little children, sing!
Sing, little children, sing!
The lilies white you bring
In the joyous Easter morning for hope are blossoming;
And as the earth her shroud of snow from off her
breast doth fling,
So may we cast our fetters off in God's eternal spring.
So may we find release at last from sorrow and from
pain,
So may we find our childhood's calm, delicious dawn
again.
Sweet are your eyes, O little ones, that look with smil-
ing grace,
Without a shade of doubt or fear into the Future's
face !
Sing, sing in happy chorus, with joyful voices tell
That death is life, and God is good, and all things
shall be well;
That bitter days shall cease
In warmth and light and peace, --
That winter yields to spring, --
Sing, little children, sing!
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