SEE the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, While the wild birds build and sing. You, to whom your Maker granted Powers to those sweet birds unknown, Use the craft by God implanted; Use the reason not your own. Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, Each his Easter tribute bring -- Work of fingers, chant of voices, Like the birds who build and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES INTEGRITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 64 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |