Hail, Easter, font of soul-refreshing springs!
Now Nature's heart is softened by warm rains,
And spring-born joys are beating in her veins.
Creation all one thrilling anthem rings.
The balmy winds, like rush of angels' wings,
Are wafting snow-dreams from awaking lanes,
And bearing spirit to the waiting plains,
While drifting, rain-sweet clouds thy dawning brings.
Pure, lovely lilies, sacred to the day,
With bended heads are standing, whitely dressed,
Like souls of children whom in life He blessed;
And in their incense-homage lowly say,
"Forget not all His mercies! Lift thy voice
And sing! The Lord is risen! Earth, Heaven, rejoice!"
