God's acre wakes anew to poignant splendor. Each greening mound a dream of quickened hope, Aglow with magic tints, breath-taking, tender— Rose—lilac—crimson—heliotrope. And dainty shrubs, saluting idle breezes, Drop petal-snow upon the sacred sod, As baby-breath, in tiny feathered friezes, Lifts lacy fronds—mute, worshipping, to God. ... Each vernal resurrection brings to me, Triumphant proof of immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 45. ALLAH-AL-MUJIB by EDWIN ARNOLD SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOST BOWER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SPRING GLADNESS by JOHN BURROUGHS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. O JOY DIVINE OF FRIENDS by EDWARD CARPENTER |