Since first the stone was rolled away There never dawned an Easter Day Like this! Although death rides the sky Until the dead in windrows lie On sodden meadows drenched with blood, Yet faith has heard a word from God, "Look up! Behold, He comes again, That One whose right it is to reign!" O risen Lord, to Thee we pray That on this Resurrection Day Thy hand will part the shrouding skies Which hide Thy face, and we shall rise, With our beloved dead, to be Forevermore at home with Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN |