BLOW, golden trumpets, sweet and clear, Blow soft upon the perfumed air; Bid the sad earth to join your song, "To Christ does victory belong!" Oh, let the winds your message bear To every heart of grief and care; Sound through the world the joyful lay, "Our Christ has conquered Death to-day!" On cloudy wings let glad words fly Through the soft blue of echoing sky: Ring out, O trumpets, sweet and clear. "Through Death immortal Life is here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SANCTA URSULA by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY THE WALTZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DOVECOTT MILL: 10. PLIGHTED by PHOEBE CARY TO MARY by MAURETTE CHRISTOPHER NEW ENGLAND HURRICANE by CATHERINE M. COLLINS TO MY COUSIN ANNE BODHAM, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A PURSE by WILLIAM COWPER |