EASTER MORN.
AWAKE, thou wintry earth!
Fling off thy sadness;
Fair vernal flowers laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen!
Wave, woods, your blossoms all,—
Grim death is dead!
Ye weeping funeral trees,
Lift up your heads!
Christ is risen!
Come see! The graves are green;
It is light; let us go
Where our beloved rest
In hope below!
Christ is risen!
All is fresh and new,
Full of spring and light;
Wintry heart, why wear'st the hue
Of sleep and night?
Christ is risen!
Leave thy cares beneath,
Leave thy worldly love!
Begin the better life
With God above!
Christ is risen!