Oh, joyful, glad Easter morning, When Jesus arose from the tomb! Whose radiant light and beauty Dispelled the darkness and gloom. The ugly and brown bulb-lily, Which with care we buried last fall, In the fertile soil of our door-yard, Does the Resurrection recall. We buried it, full believing 'Twould appear again in the spring, With green leaves and snow-white blossoms -- A lovely and beautiful thing. So, with equal faith, our dear ones In the cold ground we lay away; We think that they, like the lily, Will appear again some day. The promise to Martha given, -- "Thy brother shall rise again," -- Is ours, and firmly we grasp it, Steadfastly hope, nor complain. When our near and dear and loved ones We bury from sight away, We hope, we know, they shall rise again On the Resurrection Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR COLIN AND LUCY by THOMAS TICKELL THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |