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Thursday, August 31, 2017

On Easter Morn

On Easter Morn
By Edith M. Thomas

I had not known that I was dead.
Until I heard it softly said
By the quick grass above my head.
And the many-budded thorn.
On Easter morn.

"Yea, thou art dead " (these whispered me),-
"Dead long ago; none seeketh thee ;
Thy sealed eyes shall never see
The Lord of Life put death to scorn
On Easter morn."

I said, "One thing deny me not:
With all your bloom and verdure plot
To make my grave the fairest spot
That by His footsteps shall be worn
On Easter morn."

Then in the dim and sighing hour
Ere over the darkness light hath power,
They wrought together -- blade and flower --
The mold above me to adorn
For Easter morn.

I felt His footsteps pause and stay,
Felt the sweet searching light of day.
"Rise grateful dust!" I heard Him say:
"For thee have I put death to scorn
On Easter morn."

Poem "Awakening" and A Tulip Border Craft

Awakening
by Rose Terry Cook

With the first bright, slant beam,
Out of the chilling stream
Their cups of fragrant light
Golden and milky white
From folded darkness spring.
To hail their King.

Consider these, my soul!
How the blind buds unroll
Touched with one tranquil ray
Of rising day,
Into the full delight
Of lilies white.

Out of thy streaming tears,
Thy chill and darkening fears,
Oh, sleeping soul, awake!
Lo, on thy lonely lake,
Thy sun begins to shine,
Thy Light and Life divine!

Consider these, my heart!
Dreaming and cold thou art:
Swift from thyself up-spring,
Shine for thy King.
Rise in His light.
With garments white,
Forget the night:
The Lord hath arisen. 
 
A Potted Tulip Paper Border.
       Download and print out the pattern below. The dotted lines indicate where the image will be folded to continue the potted tulip silhouette seamlessly after it is unfolded. The number of images "linked" together in one continuous chain is determined by the length of the paper being cut. Use a very thin paper to make your cutting easier. Cut away the areas indicated by the design. (see image above and read text on the pattern below. This paper-cut may be used as a border around an Easter bulletin board in a classroom or as a paper chain for a shelf if you like.
 
Potted Tulip border paper cut.

How Moravians Observe Easter

How Moravians Observe Easter, 1916
by Charles H. Rominger

       Many unique observances of this season may be found in every quarter of the globe. The forms vary, but one theme inspires them all, -- the Savior returned to earth; Messiah risen from the dead. There is in our home-land a custom that is tried and true. It is the celebration of Easter by the Moravians, in Bethlehem, Pa., a custom that has been introduced in many lands and accepted wherever it has gone, as one of the cherished possessions of this ancient church.
       The Easter in Bethlehem, Pa., begins on Palm Sunday Eve. This service, which is held in the large Moravian Church, consists of readings from the Passion Week Manual, a compilation from the Synoptic Gospels (Matthew, Mark and Luke), interspersed with suitable hymns, a brief address and a prayer. Readings from this manual continue through the whole of Easter Week. As far as possible, the closing scenes of the Savior's earthly ministry are reviewed on the respective days of the week on which they occurred. The simple story of the Passion Week, unembellished and unbroken, is undoubtedly an effective preparation for the celebration of Easter Day. Devout Moravians attend these services in large numbers, while Christians of every name and creed may be found in the crowded church. The children of the Moravian Parochial School attend with their teachers and occupy reserved seats in the front part of the sanctuary. The simplicity of this custom and the ardor of those who read, together with the evident devotion of the auditors, indelibly stamp upon the mind the lessons of the Easter season.
       Palm Sunday is a day of rejoicing among Moravians. It is the day when candidates for confirmation, who have been pursuing a rigid course of study under the direction of the pastors of the Moravian Church, make a public confession of their faith and become members. The stately house of worship of the Bethlehem Moravian congregation is decorated with palms and greens in festive profusion. There is a ring of triumph in music and sermon, and there is always a large class of young people to make a public declaration of faith in the essentials of the Christian religion. Occasionally, too, older persons stand for the first time in the circle of the chosen and respond to the impressive service of confirmation, which makes this a memorable day for them.
       The services of Maundy Thursday are as solemn as the occasion demands. The cumulative force of the "words of Thursday," as they are read during the two afternoon meetings, cannot be realized in any other way than by setting aside the afternoon of the day before Good Friday to gather with hundreds of fellow believers and hearken to these words as they fell from the lips of the Master two thousands years ago. The evening service of communion brings back the vision of the upper room and the exhortation to the disciples. The white-gowned ministers bearing trays of bread and wine, the artistic arrangement of the service and the inspiring accumulation of song lend a significance to this Eucharist that cannot fail to prepare every participant for the events of the dark days that follow.
       On the morning of Good Friday, at 10:30 o'clock, the congregation assembles for a service of reading and song. The dramatic "acts of Friday" are the theme. At 2:30 in the afternoon, the climax of the reading services is held, the closing scenes of the Crucifixion being reviewed. At 3 o'clock, the supposed hour of our Savior's death, the throng of worshipers kneel, while the deep-toned bell in the belfry over the ridge roof of the church tolls a solemn knell. The congregation rises and in reverent silence leaves the sanctuary. The Christ is dead. An evening vesper, which begins at 7 :30 o'clock, is an exercise of song. It is a vigil for the Paschal Lamb, and, following, as it does, upon the solemn sadness of the morning and afternoon watch, makes a profound impression of the greatness of Christ's sacrifice for sin.
       During the afternoon of Saturday, commonly known as Great Sabbath, a love-feast is held. This service, which opens at 3 o'clock, consists of a program of song and prayer. The congregation and choir vie with each other in expressions of praise and adoration to the King who gave them life and brotherly love through death. While this challenge of song is sounding, the dieners of the church -- men and women dark groomed and practiced in the art of serving throngs of people -- distribute buns and coffee. This friendly breaking of bread is accepted as a symbol of unity with each other and the wounded Lord. At 7 :30, the congregation re-assembles for the Easter Eve watch. There is another vigil exercise of song, with a prayer and an interpretative word from the desk. It is a thoughtful preparation for the Resurrection Day.
       Many loyal Moravians do not sleep on Great Sabbath night. They remain in the church to decorate for the celebration of Easter Day. At about 3 o'clock in the morning of the day to which the services of the entire week have been leading, the trombone choir starts out on a tour of Bethlehem and South Bethlehem, playing carols to call the sleeping citizens to awake for the early morning watch in the cemetery under the giant tulip-trees. Here lie buried pioneer missionaries of many lands, ministers of the church, citizens of community days and of modern Bethlehem, -- a group of men and women in whose presence one must bow his head in reverence and thank the good Father for loyal servants in the vineyard of the world. In such a company one may well await the resurrection hour. Thousands of people from near and far come to this sunrise gathering. They crowd into the church nearby the cemetery and hear the announcement by the choir that the Master has arisen from the dead; listen to the impressive words of the first part of the Moravian Easter liturgy; sing a song of rejoicing; and then slowly depart to the great square under the tulip-trees in the center of the old burying-ground, which has been apportioned for this service. Here, assisted by the trombone choir, the singing choir, and the ministers of the congregation, they complete the Easter liturgy in the open air, just as the first gleams of sunrise tint the eastern sky. There is in this gathering a rejoicing as pronounced as was the gloom which settled over the services of Friday and the watchful waiting of the Great Sabbath day.
       The other services of Easter Day are not dissimilar to those of churches of other names, but there is in them an atmosphere of triumph that would be impossible without the days of careful preparation which have passed. On the eighth day after Easter, the remaining acts set down in the Passion Manual are read. Easter is not, therefore, a transient festival in the Moravian Church. Its influence abides. It reechoes in the services many days --nay, months -- after the season has fled. 

 Description of a Moravian Sunrise Easter Service.

Nature's Easter Music


Nature's Easter Music
by Lucy Larcom

The flowers from the earth have arisen,
They are singing their Easter-song;
Up the valleys and over the hillsides
They come, an unnumbered throng.

Oh, listen ! The wild-flowers are singing
Their beautiful songs without words!
They are pouring the soul of their music
Through the voices of happy birds.

Every flower to a bird has confided
The joy of its blossoming birth --
The wonder of its resurrection
From its grave in the frozen earth.

For you chirp the wren and the sparrow,
Little Eyebright, Anemone pale!
Gay Columbine, orioles are chanting
Their trumpet-note loud on the gale.

The buttercup's thanks for the sunshine
The goldfinch's twitter reveals;
And the violet trills, through the bluebird,
Of the heaven that within her she feels.

The song-sparrow's exquisite warble
Is born in the heart of the rose --
Of the wild-rose, shut in its calyx,
Afraid of belated snows.

And the melody of the wood-thrush
Floats up from the nameless and shy
White blossoms that stay in the cloister
Of pine-forests, dim and high.

The dust of the roadside is vocal;
There is music from every clod;
Bird and breeze are the wild-flowers' angels,
Their messages bearing to God.

"We arise and we praise Him together!"
With a flutter of petal and wings,
The anthem of spirits immortal
Rings back from created things.

And nothing is left wholly speechless;
For the dumbest life that we know
May utter itself through another,
And double its gladness so!

The trees have the winds to sing for them;
The rock and the hill have the streams;
And the mountain and thunderous torrents
That waken old Earth from her dreams.

She awakes to the Easter-music;
Her bosom with praise overflows;
The forest breaks forth into singing,
For the desert has bloomed as the rose.

And whether in trances of silence
We think of our Lord arisen,
Or whether we carol with angels
At the open door of His prison,

He will give us an equal welcome
Whatever the tribute we bring;
For to Him who can read the heart's music
To blossom with love is to sing.

Song of Easter

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!

Easter Organ Music

Easter Organ Music
by Harvey B. Gaul

       There is one difficulty that Easter brings, and that is the exceeding worry of finding appropriate Easter organ music. Organ music for Christmas is comparatively easy to find --composers have left us a vast heritage relative to the Nativity -- but for the Resurrection there seems to be little available literature.
       The following compendium of Easter organ music is not all-inclusive. Nor is it intended to include every organ piece with the title or suggestion that Christus resurrectus est. It is compiled with the desire -- Baedeker fashion -- to lighten the search and point out the advantageous works. Also to encourage organists in the belief that there are other works more appropriate for Easter than Mendelssohn's Spring Song and Grieg's To Spring, even if Easter is the sapping, budding printemps.
       In preparing this list it was deemed advisable to catalogue the pieces in four sections, starting with preludes. 
      The Prelude to The Resurrection, Bullard, offers a splendid opportunity for opening the service. In the same capacity the Prologue to Christ, the Victor, by Dudley Buck, may be placed. Mozart's Resurrexit, also has excellent preludial effects, and with it may be included Springer's Easter Alleluia. For melody Parkhurst's In the Gloom of Easter Morn is to be recommended.
       In the matter of Interludes or Offertories the following pieces are good: Anthem for the Sunday after Easter, Guilmant; Offertoire pour la fete de paques, Orison; Easter Hymn, Oliver; Air de la Pentecote, from Easter cantata. Bach; Gloria in excelsis, Burger. These works will supply the needs for Interludes; some of them may be used for Preludes. For the purpose of concluding the service Easter Recessional, Flagler; March on Easter Themes, Mark Andrews; Easter March, Merkl, are all strong virile works, with the march rhythm firmly announced. Also in the class of Postludes may be included, Hosannah Chorus Magnus, Dubois; Hosanna, Wachs; Hosanna, Granier; Hosannah, Lemmens. For organ recital pieces -- and Easter Is a very good time for organ recitals on account of the vast congregations to be seated -- the following works will be found suitable; they are not only more ambitious, and of larger caliber, but offer passages for telling solo effects: Easter Morning, Mailing; Old Easter Melody, John West; Easter Morn (a meditation), West; and Resurrection Morn, Johnston; commended not only for melodic work, but for varied and interesting structure and passage opportunity.
       Also for concert work: Alleluia! O Mii et iiliae, Loret; and O filii et iiliae, Lizst, and Paques Henries, Mailly. For display purposes requiring full organ effects these works should be considered: Fantasia on Jesus Christ is Risen To-day, Peter Lutkin; Fantasia on an Easter Plain Song, Wilan; and Fantasia on a Carol, West.
       For the person who was educated in the English School of church music and who firmly believes no better or more fitting works were ever written than the oratorio choruses, the following transcriptions are advisable. They may be used for Preludes, Interludes, Postludes ad libitum, or even da capo: Achieved is the glorious work, Haydn ; the Hallelujah Chorus, Handel; the Hallelujah Chorus from Mount of Olives, Beethoven; Gloria in excelsis, Mozart; and All glory to the Lamb that died, from Last Judgment, Spohr. Really good transcriptions may be found or made, from the following oratorio solos: The trumpet shall sound; I know that my Redeemer liveth, and Thou didst not leave His soul in hell, from Handel's Messiah. The last two have the charm of being unhackneyed and if good solo stops are employed they are most acceptable pieces. 

 Introducing the organ to a new generation.

Mary's Easter

Mary's Easter
by Marie Mason
 
Easter lilies freshly bloom
O'er the open, conquered tomb;
Cups of incense, pure and fair,
Pour oblations on the air.
Easter-glory sudden flows
Through the portal none may close;
Death and darkness flee away,
Christ the Lord is risen to-day !

Shining forms are sitting by
Where the folded garments lie;
Loving Mary knows no fear
While the waiting angels hear
" They have taken my Lord away,
Know ye where he lies to-day ? "
Sweet they answer to her cry,
As their pinions pass her by.

See the Master stand to greet
Her that weepeth at His feet.
" Mary!" At the tender word
Well she knows her risen Lord!
All her love and passion breaks
In the single word she speaks:--
Hear the sweet "Rabboni!" tell
All her woman-heart so well!

"Quickly go and tell it out
Unto others round about.
Thou hast been forgiven much;
Tell it, Mary unto such.
By thy love within thy heart,
This my word to them impart;
Death shall touch thy soul no more,
Christ thy Lord hath gone before!"

Medieval Easter Plays

Medieval Easter Plays
By Henry Barrett Hinckley
 
       The modern drama had its origin in the Easter services of the mediaeval church. Readers of the New Testament are well acquainted with the supreme importance which Saint Paul attached to the Resurrection. To him it was the demonstration, not merely of the immortality of the soul, but of the truth of the entire Christian religion. Furthermore, the narrative element in the gospels, is nowhere so conspicuous and so sustained as in the account of events from the entry into Jerusalem. Even the story of the birth of Jesus, is comparatively meager, and appears moreover in but two of the canonical gospels. Nor has it so fully developed the element of contest so necessary to effective drama. In this respect the persecution of Herod and the flight into Egypt is less adequate, than the repeated efforts of the Jews to entrap Jesus, his arrest, his trial or examination first by the Jews and then by Pilate, the effort of Pilate to save him, his crucifixion, death and burial, the setting of a watch, and the victorious resurrection. To these tradition added a descent into hell. Everywhere we find Christ opposed by all the hostile forces of the world.
       At least as early as the fourth century we find, as the most important form of public worship, the mass which is essentially a commemoration of the last acts of Christ. Later it was believed that these events were actually repeated as often as the mass was celebrated. During the ninth century began a process of liturgical elaboration. The desire for more singing was strongly felt. At first there were added melodies without words, simple vowel sounds being uttered. Then texts were written. And the responsive chanting of the two halves of the quire gave the words of scripture. Already there was something in the nature of an oratorio. In a manuscript belonging to the Abbey of Saint Gall, in Switzerland, we find arranged for chanting the dialogue between the three Maries and the angel, at the tomb:

"Whom seek ye at the sepulcher, O worshippers of Christ?"
"Jesus of Nazareth the crucified, O habitants of heaven."
"He is not here, he has arisen, as he predicted.
Go, proclaim that he has risen from the sepulcher."
" I have risen."

       The dialogue was later accompanied by appropriate action. We find in the church something that served for a sepulcher, in which on Good Friday a cross was solemnly buried, and very early on Easter morning one of the priests would privately remove it. Then at the mass, one personating the angel would remove a cloth to show that the sepulcher was empty, and the other priests with spices, personating the Maries, would approach to look in and see. The dialogue and action both grew. The running of John and Peter to the sepulcher was an early addition. And the supper at Emmaus and the conviction of Thomas appear before the drama has yet ceased to be a part of the liturgy.
       Once the parts in the ritual were taken by individuals, rather than chanted by portions of the choir, we find the costuming and acting more and more developed. The angel bears an ear of grain, as a symbol of the resurrection; the Maries wear veils; the angel has wings. Account books survive in England, France and Germany, from which details may be gathered. But as a church service " the office of the sepulcher," as the ceremony was called, always remained imperfectly dramatic. As late as 1593 when Shakespeare's plays were already seen at the Globe Theater, we find a detailed description of " the office of the sepulcher " as performed at the Abbey Church of Durham (where, to be sure, the people were more conservative than in the south of England), which shows that the play is still a ritual, an act of worship. On the continent the "office of the Sepulcher " was performed in certain churches as late as the eighteenth century.
       Meanwhile similar ceremonies had developed in celebration of the birth of Christ. When these had become too large for representation in the church they were acted outside of it, in the churchyard or in the public squares. The representations then ceased to be ritualistic and became frankly spectacular. The whole Biblical history was enacted at public festivities. But even so the plays still remained an important source of religious instruction, and there survive the words of a mediaeval preacher who refers to them for corroboration of his sermon. The resurrection was now but a detail, and its dramatic possibilities were far less worked out than those of various other parts of the Bible story, for the two most striking figures in these miracle plays or mysteries were Noah's Wife, to whom Chaucer refers, and King Herod who is mentioned even by Hamlet.

Easter Singers in The Vorarlburg

Easter Singer In The Vorarlburg
From Chamber's Book of Days

       About a league from Lake Constance the mountains assume a wild and savage character ; a narrow defile leads to a high hill which must be crossed to reach the valley of Schwartzenberg. I gained the summit of the peak at sunset; the rosy vapor which surrounded it hid the line of the horizon, and gave to the lake the appearance of a sea ; the Rhine flowed through the bottom of the valley and emptied itself into the lake, to recommence its course twelve leagues farther on. On one side were the Swiss mountains; and opposite was Landau, built on an island; on the other side the dark forests of Wurtemberg, and over the side of the hill the chain of the Vorarlburg mountains. The last rays of the setting sun gilded the crests of the glaciers, whilst the valleys were already bathed in the soft moonlight. From this high point the sounds of the bells ringing in the numerous villages scattered over the mountains were distinctly heard, the flocks were being brought home to be housed for the night, and everywhere were sounds of rejoicing.
       "It is the evening of Holy Saturday," said our guide; "the Tyrolese keep the festival with every ceremony." And so it was; civilization has passed that land by and not left a trace of its unbelieving touch; the resurrection of Christ is still for them the tangible proof of revelation, and they honor the season accordingly. Bands of musicians, for which the Tyrolese have always been noted, traverse every valley, singing the beautiful Easter hymns to their guitars; calling out the people to their doors, who join them in the choruses and together rejoice on this glad anniversary. Their wide-brimmed hats are decorated with bouquets of flowers; crowds of children accompany them, and when the darkness of night comes on, bear lighted torches of the pine wood, which throw grotesque shadows over the spectators and picturesque wooden huts. The Pasch or Paschal eggs, which have formed a necessary part of all Easter offerings for centuries past, are not forgotten; some are dyed in the brightest colors and boiled hard; others have suitable mottoes written on the shells, and made ineffaceable by a rustic process of chemistry. The good wife has these ready prepared, and when the children bring their baskets they are freely given; at the higher class of the farmers' houses wine is brought out as well as eggs, and the singers are refreshed and regaled in return for their Easter carols.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

The Stone of The Sepulcher


The Stone of The Sepulcher
by Susan Coolidge

"How shall the stone be rolled away?"
Thus questioned they, the women three,
Who at dim dawn went forth to see
The sealed and closely guarded cell
Where slept the Lord they loved so well.
First of all Easter sacrifice,
The linen and the burial spice,
They carried, as with anxious speech
They sadly questioned, each to each:
Still, as they near and nearer drew
The puzzle and the terror grew,
And none had word of cheer to say 
But lo, the stone was rolled away!

" How shall the stone be rolled away?"
So, like the Marys, question we.
As looking on we dimly see
Some mighty barrier raise its head
To bar the path we needs must tread.
Our little strength seems weakness made,
Our hearts are faint and sore afraid;
Drooping we journey on alone. 
We only mark the heavy stone,
We do not see the helping Love
Which moves before us as we move,
Which chides our faithless, vain dismay,
And rolls for us the stone away.

"How shall the stone be rolled away?"
Ah, many a heart, with terrors pent.
Has breathed the question as it went,
With faltering feet and failing breath.
In the chill company of death,
Adown the narrow path and straight,
Which all must traverse soon or late.
And nearing thus the dreaded tomb.
Just in the thickest, deepest gloom,
Has heard the stir of angel wings,
Dear voices, sweetest welcomings,
And, as on that first Easter day,
Has found the dread stone rolled away! 
 
 
Below is a vase of lovely Easter jonquils for you to color.

Easter Dawn


Easter Dawn
by Frances Ridley Havergal

It is too calm to be a dream.
Too gravely sweet, too full of power.
Prayer changed to praise this very hour.
Yes, heard and answered ! though it seem
Beyond the hope of yesterday,
Beyond the faith that dared to pray.
Yet not beyond the love that heard,
And not beyond the faithful word
On which each trembling prayer may rest
And win the answer truly best. 

Yes, heard and answered ! sought and found !
I breathe a golden atmosphere
Of solemn joy, and seem to hear
Within, above, and all around,
The chime of deep cathedral bells,
An early herald peal that tells
A glorious Easter tide begun;
While yet are sparkling in the sun
Large raindrops of the night storm passed.
And days of Lent are gone at last.

At Easter Time

At Easter Time
by Laura E. Richards

The little flowers came through the ground,
At Easter time, at Easter time :
They raised their heads and looked around.
At happy Easter time.
And every pretty bud did say,
"Good people, bless this holy day,
For Christ is risen, the angels say
At happy Easter time!"

The pure white lily raised its cup
At Easter time, at Easter time.
The crocus to the sky looked up
At happy Easter time.
"We'll hear the song of Heaven ! " they say,
"It's glory shines on us to-day.
Oh ! may it shine on us alway
At holy Easter time!"

'Twas long and long and long ago,
That Easter time, that Easter time;
But still the pure white lilies blow
At happy Easter time.
And still each little flower doth say,
"Good Christians, bless this holy day,
For Christ is risen, the angels say
At blessed Easter time!" 
 
 
To color Easter eggs for you,
The bunnies work the whole day through.

 
Color this vintage Easter bunny egg dye from the 1950s.


The Day of Victory

lily-of-the-valley and "Peaceful Easter Greetings"

The Day of Victory
by Rachel Capen Schauffler

Rise my soul and break your prison;
For the Christ, your Lord, is risen!
While His victories avail you.
Death nor terror can assail you;
Rise with Him and, with Him, risen,
Run to visit souls in prison;
Show them how your bonds were broken,
Lend them all your keys in token
That you fought your ways from prison
By the help of Jesus Risen.

Mary by Sangster and a Primrose paper cut...

Mary 
by Margaret E. Sangster

She walked among the lilies
Upstanding straight and tall,
Their silver tapers bright against
The dusky wall;
Gray olives dropped upon her
Their crystal globes of dew.
The while the doors of heaven grew wide
To let the Easter through.

All heaven was rose and golden.
The clouds were reft apart,
Earth's holiest dawn in dazzling white
Came forth from heaven's own heart;
And never, since on Eden
Creation's glory lay,
Had ever garden of the Lord
Beheld so fair a day.

Her eyes were blurred with weeping.
Her trailing steps were slow;
The cross she bore within her
Transfixed her soul with woe.
One only goal before her
Loomed through her spirit's gloom,
As in the early morning
She sought the guarded tomb.

But down the lilied pathway
A kingly presence came,
A seamless garment clothed Him,
His face was clear as flame,
And in His hands were nailprints,
And on His brow were scars.
But in His eyes a light of love
Beyond the light of stars.

For tears she could not see Him,
As o'er the path He came.
Till, like remembered music.
He called her by her name ;
Then swift her soul to answer,
The Lord of life she knew,
Her breast unbarred its prison gates
To let the Easter through.

Such light of revelation
As bathed her being then,
It comes anew wherever Christ
Is known indeed of men;
Such glory on the pathway,
It falls again on all
Who hear the King in blessing,
And hasten at His call.

Rise, King of grace and glory.
This hallowed Easter-tide,
Nor from Thy ransomed people
Let even death divide;
For yet again doth heaven
Throw all its gates apart.
And send the sacred Easter
Straight from its glowing heart.
 
A Primrose Paper Border.
 
       Download and print out the pattern below. The dotted lines indicate where the image will be folded to continue the primrose silhouette seamlessly after it is unfolded. The number of images "linked" together in one continuous chain is determined by the length of the paper being cut. Use a very thin paper to make your cutting easier. Cut away the areas indicated by the design. (see image above and read text on the pattern below. This paper-cut may be used as a border around an Easter bulletin board in a classroom or as a paper chain for a shelf if you like.

Primrose paper cut pattern.


Easter Lilies and Window Boxes Too...

Easter Lilies
By Susan Coolidge
 
Darlings of June and brides of summer sun.
Chill pipes the stormy wind, and the skies are drear;
Dull and despoiled the gardens every one:
What do you here?

We looked to see your gracious blooms arise
'Mid soft and wooing airs in gardens green,
Where venturesome brown bees and butterflies
Should hail you queen.

There is no bee nor glancing butterfly;
They fled on rapid wings before the snow;
Your sister lilies laid them down to die,
Long, long ago.

And here, amid the slowly dropping rain.
We keep our Easter feast, with hearts whose care
Mars the high cadence of each lofty strain,
Each thankful prayer.

But not a shadow dims your joyance sweet,
No baffled hope or memory darkly clad;
You lay your whiteness at the Lord's dear feet,
And all are glad.

O coward soul ! Arouse thee and draw near.
Led by these fragrant acolytes to-day!
Let their sweet confidence rebuke thy fear,
Thy cold delay.

Come with thy darkness to the healing light,
Come with thy bitter, which shall be made sweet,
And lay thy soil beside the lilies white.
At His dear feet! 
 

        "Boxes holding flowers just outside an apartment window are great favorites with those who live in towns and cities. Here is a little girl, who lives in an apartment, all ready to fill her window box garden.
This little girl paper doll looking at her flower box is in the CC.
 
       Before pasting this picture down on cardboard, color it with your crayons. The brick wall is different shades of red and pink and the box is blue, showing up well against the white curtains.
       Cut the dotted slits in the flower box. Insert the tab on the geranium down into the center opening and paste it in place at the back. Fold the tabs on the two ivy plants and slide them inside the slits on either side of the geranium plant. Paste these in place.
       Make holes as indicated at both ends of the top of the picture, put a string through it to make a hanger. Now you can hang your paper doll from your own window with just a small amount of tape!

The Story of Easter Eggs

The Story of Easter Eggs
by Christoph Von Shmid

       Many hundred years ago, a good and noble lady, Duchess Rosilinda von Lindenburg, at a time when a cruel war was devastating the land, was obliged to fly from her beautiful home accompanied only by her two little children and one old manservant.
       They found refuge in a small mining village in the mountains, where the simple but contented and happy inhabitants did what they could for their comfort, and placed the best of all they had at the disposal of the wanderers. Nevertheless, their fare was miserable: no meat was ever to be found, seldom fish, and not even an egg; this last for the very good reason that there was not a single hen in the village! These useful domestic fowls, now so common everywhere, were originally brought from the East, and had not yet found their way to this secluded place. The people had not even heard of such "strange birds." This troubled the kind duchess, who well knew the great help they are in housekeeping, and she determined that the women who had been so kind to her should no longer be without them.
       Accordingly, the next time she sent forth her faithful old servant to try and gather news of his master and of the progress of the war, she commissioned him to bring back with him a coop full of fowls. This he did, to the great surprise of the simple natives, and the village children were greatly excited a few weeks later at the appearance of a brood of young chickens. They were so pretty and bright, were covered with such a soft down, were so open-eyed, and could run about after their mother to pick up food the very first day, and were altogether such a contrast to the blind, bald, unfledged, helpless, ugly little birds they sometimes saw in nests in the hedges, that they could not find words enough to express their admiration.
       The good lady now saved up eggs for some time, then invited all the housewives of the village to a feast, when she set before them eggs cooked in a variety of ways. She then taught them how to prepare them for themselves, and, distributing a number of fowls among them, sent the dames home grateful and happy.
       When Easter approached, she was anxious to arrange some pleasure for the village children, but had nothing to give them," not even an apple or a nut," only some eggs; but that, she concluded, was, after all, an appropriate offering, "as an egg is the first gift of the reviving spring." And then it occurred to her to boil them with mosses and roots that would give them a variety of brilliant colors," as the earth," said she, "has just laid aside her white mantle, and decorated herself with many colors ; for the dear God makes the fruit and berries not only good to eat, but also pleasant to look upon," and the children's pleasure would be all the greater.
Easter Blessings
       Accordingly, on Easter Sunday, after the church service, all the little ones of about the age of her own met together in a garden; and, when their kind hostess had talked to them awhile, she led them into a small neighboring wood. There she told them to make nests of moss, and advised each to mark well his or her own. All then returned to the garden, where a feast of milk-soup with eggs and egg-cakes had been prepared. Afterward they went back to the wood, and found to their great joy in each nest five beautiful, colored eggs, and on these a short rhyme was written.
       The surprise and delight of the little ones when they discovered a nest of the gayly colored treasures, was very great, and one of them exclaimed: "How wonderful the hens must be that can lay such pretty eggs! How I should like to see them!"
       "Oh! no hens could lay such beautiful eggs," answered a little girl, " I think it must have been the
little hare that sprang out of the juniper bush when I wanted to build my nest there."
       Then all the children laughed together, and said, "The hares lay colored eggs! Yes, yes! the dear little hares lay the beautiful eggs!" And they kept repeating it till they began really to believe it.
       Not long afterward the war ended, and the Duke Amo von Lindenburg took his wife and children back to their own palace; but before leaving the Duchess set apart a sum of money to be expended in giving the village children every Easter a feast of eggs. She instituted the custom also in her own duchy, and by degrees it spread over the whole country, the eggs being considered a symbol of redemption or deliverance from sin. The custom has found its way even to America, but nowhere out of the Vaterland are the eggs laid by the timid hare.
       To this day children living in the country go to the woods just before Easter, and return with their arms full of twigs and moss, out of which they build nests and houses, each child carefully marking his own with his name. They are then hidden behind stones and bushes in the garden, or, if the weather be cold, in corners, or under furniture in the house. And on Easter morning what an excitement there is to see what the good little hare has brought! Not only real eggs boiled and colored but sugar ones too, and often wooden ones that open like boxes, disclosing perhaps, a pair of new gloves or a bright ribbon. 

Draw an Easter Egg to Look Like a Little Man!

Above is our example of a funny face on an Easter Egg. You can copy this little man too!
 

It's always fun
At Easter time
To paint up eggs
With dots and lines.

And many shades
From blue to brown;
Then set them standing
All around.

To see who's fixed
The cleverest egg,
And who has mixed
The nicest shade.


       Did you know that of all Easter customs, the use of Easter eggs is the most universal? This is also of pagan origin, the egg having been considered a symbol of immortality by the ancients.


Easter Day In Rome

Easter Day in Rome
By Oscar Wilde
 
The silver trumpets rang across the dome,
The people knelt upon the ground with awe,
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.

Priest-like he wore a robe more white than foam,
And king-like swathed himself in royal red ;
Three crowns of gold rose high above his head,
In splendor and in light the Pope passed home.

My heart stole back across wide wastes of years,
To One who wandered by a lonely sea.
And sought in vain for any place of rest.
Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.


              Did you know that the proper time for the observance of Easter has been a subject of bitter controversy among various Christians groups? In the year 197 Pope Victor excommunicated Polycrates, bishop of Ephesus, and his entire Asiatic following for not conforming to the Roman custom. The Greek church did not adopt the Roman date until 1923, so only since then have so many Christians around the world observed Easter simultaneously!

Easter Even

Easter Even
by Christina G. Rossetti
 
The tempest over and gone, the calm begun,
Lo, " It is finished," and the Strong Man sleeps :
All stars keep vigil watching for the sun,
The moon her vigil keeps.

A garden full of silence and of dew,
Beside a virgin cave and entrance stone:
Surely a garden full of angels too.
Wondering, on watch, alone.

They who cry, " Holy, Holy, Holy," still.
Veiling their faces round God's throne above,
May well keep vigil on this heavenly hill
And cry their cry of love.

Adoring God in His new mystery
Of love more deep than hell, more strong than death;
Until the day break and the shadows flee,
The Shaking and the Breath.

The First Easter

The First Easter
St. Luke
 
       And the Sabbath drew on. And the women also,which came with him from Galilee, followed after, and beheld the sepulcher, and how his body was laid. And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the Sabbath-day, according to the commandment. Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulcher, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulcher, and they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments, and as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them. Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen. Remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee, saying. The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again. And they remembered his words, and returned from the sepulcher, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.
       It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James, and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles. And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not. Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulcher, and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves, and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass.
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       And behold, two of them went that same day to a village called Emmaus, which was from Jerusalem about three score furlongs, and they talked together of all these things which had happened. And it came to pass, that, while they communed together, and reasoned Jesus himself drew near, and went with them, but their eyes were holden, that they should not know him.
       And he said unto them, What manner of communications are these that ye have one to another, as ye walk, and are sad? And one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answering, said unto him. Art thou only a stranger in Jerusalem, and hast not known the things which are come to pass there in these days? And he said unto them, What things? And they said unto him, Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God, and all the people, and how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to death and have crucified him. But we trusted that it had been he which should have redeemed Israel: and besides all this, to-day is the third day since these things were done. Yea, and certain women of our company made us astonished, which were early at the sepulcher, and when they found not his body, they came saying, that they had also seen a vision of angels, which said that he was alive. And certain of them which were with us, went to the sepulcher, and found it even so as the women had said: but him they saw not.
       Then he said unto them, O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Ought not Christ to have suffered these things, and to enter into his glory?
       And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself.
       And they drew nigh unto the village whither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further, but they constrained him, saying. Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. And he went in to tarry with them.
       And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them, and their eyes were opened, and they knew him : and he vanished out of their sight.
       And they said one to another. Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?
       And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them, saying, The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon. And they told what things were done on the way, and how he was known of them in the breaking of bread.
       And as they thus spake, Jesus himself stood in the midst of them, and said unto them. Peace be unto you. But they were terrified and affrighted, and supposed that they had seen a spirit. And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts? Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.
       And when he had thus spoken he showed them his hands and his feet, and while they believed not for joy, and wondered, he said unto them, Have ye here any meat? And they gave him a piece of broiled fish, and of a honey-comb. And he took it, and did eat before them.
       And he said unto them. These are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you, that all things must be fulfilled which were written in the law of Moses, and in the prophets, and in the psalms concerning me.
       Then opened he their understanding, that they might understand the scriptures, and said unto them, Thus it is written, and thus it behooved Christ to suffer, and to rise from the dead the third day: and that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in his name among all nations, beginning at Jerusalem. And ye are witnesses of these things.
       And behold, I send the promise of my Father upon you: but tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem, until ye be endued with power from on high.
       And he led them out as far as to Bethany: and he lifted up his hands and blessed them. And it came to pass, while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and carried up into heaven. And they worshiped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy: and were continually in the temple, praising and blessing God. 

       Did you know the day on which Easter falls is governed by the Jewish Feast of the Passover, simply because Jesus (whose resurrection Easter celebrates) was crucified at the time of the Jewish Passover? The Passover, like all other events of those early times, was governed by a change by a change of the moon's phase; for there were no almanacs or calendars then, but everybody had the glorious heaven stretched out over him and everybody was taught to watch the moon and study the stars. Easter, then, under the same laws as the Passover, always comes when the feast is being celebrated; and the sure rule for finding its date is: "Easter is the first Sunday after the first full moon after the 20th of March. Easter always falls upon a Sunday, the expression "Easter Sunday," which is often heard, is mere tautology.

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