EASTER MORN.
'TIS Easter morn! No more the world
Lies hushed in silent gloom;
No more the sepulchre's dread walls
The living Lord entomb;
Rejoice! The stone is rolled away;
The Lord is risen—'t is Easter day!
O lilies! Ope your fairest buds
To greet this gracious morn;
And roses, in your crimson hearts
Be sweetest odors born,
To rise and float upon the air,
Like sighs that saints have breathed in prayer.
O sorrowing soul! That long hast kept
Thy weary watch with sin,
Throw wide thy darkened doors today,
And let the sunshine in;—
Be sad no more; lift up thine eye!
The Lord is risen; he reigns on high!
The Lord is risen! O earth, rejoice!
Thy myriad voices raise,
Till heaven's blue arches ring again
With songs of solemn praise;
And far resounds the exultant cry,
"The Lord is risen; He reigns on high!"
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