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52
Easter Day.
PRIME.
The Paschal moonlight almost past,
Yet still the Angels hold their post,
The outguards of an Army vast;
The picquets of the Spirit-host.
The dawn in softest beauty wakes
O'er regions very far away;
It glows, it brightens, and it breaks
Into that everlasting Day.
Alleluia.
Yet still the Angels hold their post,
The outguards of an Army vast;
The picquets of the Spirit-host.
The dawn in softest beauty wakes
O'er regions very far away;
It glows, it brightens, and it breaks
Into that everlasting Day.
Alleluia.
53
That Day, that one Day known to Him,
That is not day, that is not night;
Whose earthly cradle is so dim,
Whose Noon is such excess of light.
Ring, earthly bells, in tones of love:
Ring out again, and yet again;
And let your answer from above
Waft us the Alleluiatic strain.
Alleluia.
That is not day, that is not night;
Whose earthly cradle is so dim,
Whose Noon is such excess of light.
Ring, earthly bells, in tones of love:
Ring out again, and yet again;
And let your answer from above
Waft us the Alleluiatic strain.
Alleluia.
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