 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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FOR EASTER MORN.
How gladly dawns the Easter sun!
The wide world thrills with prayer and praise.
Gone by are all Lent's mournful days,
And Hope and Joy seem just begun.
The wide world thrills with prayer and praise.
Gone by are all Lent's mournful days,
And Hope and Joy seem just begun.
The laughing streams to seaward run—
Wild flowers bedeck the woodland ways,
And homing birds sing merry lays
Of triumph over winter done.
Wild flowers bedeck the woodland ways,
And homing birds sing merry lays
Of triumph over winter done.
Shall we not joy? We, too, have won,
Through winter's hostile ice-bound days,
To this new dawn that all things praise;
Let us be glad—aye, every one—
When gladly dawns the Easter sun.
Through winter's hostile ice-bound days,
To this new dawn that all things praise;
Let us be glad—aye, every one—
When gladly dawns the Easter sun.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |