Waken, O world, if you would glimpse the wonder Of God's great primal plan. Open, O ears, if you would hear the thunder Hurled from the heights to man. How long shall Christ's high message be rejected? Two thousand years have passed since it was told. Must One again be born and resurrected Ere man shall grasp again the secret ages old? What, then, the miracle of Easter Day? What meant the riven tomb, the hidden Might That conquered death and rolled away the stone And brought the Master back to mortal sight? This! That throughout the worlds, One Life, unbroken— Rushes and flames in an unending vow. Death @3cannot@1 be, and never has been, spoken— God and immortal life are @3here@1 and @3now!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A MOSQUITO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON THE MAD SCULPTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |