 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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“IN WHITE GARMENTS.”
You were young and brave
And fair in men's sight.
They streaked you for the grave
In a garment of white:
Your smile was sweet, they said,
When you were lying dead.
And fair in men's sight.
They streaked you for the grave
In a garment of white:
Your smile was sweet, they said,
When you were lying dead.
And were you glad to go,
O my heart, O my dear?
The North Wind brings the snow,
And Winter's long down here;
And you are very far
In lands where roses are.
O my heart, O my dear?
The North Wind brings the snow,
And Winter's long down here;
And you are very far
In lands where roses are.
I yearned so for your sake
Lying dead in your youth;
My heart was like to break
For pity and for ruth:
And the world's a changed place
Without your eyes and face.
Lying dead in your youth;
My heart was like to break
For pity and for ruth:
And the world's a changed place
Without your eyes and face.
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A young man clad in white.
I think of him who told
The tidings of delight
To the women of old:
“He is arisen again,”
O, Easter healeth pain!
I think of him who told
The tidings of delight
To the women of old:
“He is arisen again,”
O, Easter healeth pain!
A young man clad in white.
“I am the Life,” One saith
Who broke with hands of might
The bitter bonds of death.
Amen! Lord Jesus dear,
The Easter-time draws near.
“I am the Life,” One saith
Who broke with hands of might
The bitter bonds of death.
Amen! Lord Jesus dear,
The Easter-time draws near.
Now summon from the dead
This young man clad in white,
Like him who comforted
The women by daylight.
Thy garden's fair to see—
Lord, let him walk with Thee!
This young man clad in white,
Like him who comforted
The women by daylight.
Thy garden's fair to see—
Lord, let him walk with Thee!
There's a delicate time of hope
When Easter comes and Spring,
And the pink buds will ope
And birds begin to sing;
But Winter's slow to go,
And the North Wind brings snow.
When Easter comes and Spring,
And the pink buds will ope
And birds begin to sing;
But Winter's slow to go,
And the North Wind brings snow.
| Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan | |