 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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JUBILATE!
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
Hear the mighty chorus swelling
Over land and over sea!
River calls aloud to river,
Mountain peak to mountain peak—
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
Hear the mighty chorus swelling
Over land and over sea!
River calls aloud to river,
Mountain peak to mountain peak—
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
Waken, roses, from your slumbers!
Lilies, wake—for he is near!
Happy bells in wild-wood arches,
Ring and swing in sweet accord!
Lift your voices, O ye maples,
Sing aloud, ye stately pines,
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
Lilies, wake—for he is near!
Happy bells in wild-wood arches,
Ring and swing in sweet accord!
Lift your voices, O ye maples,
Sing aloud, ye stately pines,
Jubilate! Jubilate!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
O thou goddess of the springtime,
Fair Ostera, thou art dead!
Never more shall priests and vestals
Weave fresh garlands for thy shrine;
But the happy voices ringing
Over land and over sea,
Swell the mighty jubilate—
“Christ the Lord is risen to-day!”
Fair Ostera, thou art dead!
Never more shall priests and vestals
Weave fresh garlands for thy shrine;
But the happy voices ringing
Over land and over sea,
Swell the mighty jubilate—
“Christ the Lord is risen to-day!”
| Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr | |