The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Easter
Tears have done:
Our Rising Sun
Shall drie you up, & bring
His ever-smileing Spring
Of purest Joyes, which blest at first
Old Paradise, where they were nurst.
What though that Night were long? This gilded Day
Wears on his Forehead an eternall Ray.
Now JESUS lives, We cannot die
Or but to live immortally.
In Him w' are rose again
Before Death us hath slain.
Then sing we on,
Tears have done.
Chorus
Our Rising Sun
Shall drie you up, & bring
His ever-smileing Spring
Of purest Joyes, which blest at first
Old Paradise, where they were nurst.
What though that Night were long? This gilded Day
Wears on his Forehead an eternall Ray.
Now JESUS lives, We cannot die
Or but to live immortally.
In Him w' are rose again
Before Death us hath slain.
Then sing we on,
Tears have done.
Rise Heart; Thy Lord was early up, arise
And sing Him now his Morning-Sacrifice.
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