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 anb Hee barber Bean 
 
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 Copyright 
 1914 
 
 APR 23 1914 
 
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iSesiutgence 
 
Bejotte 
 
 I 
 
 THE Spring has come. I know it by the light 
 Which earlier gleams, and longer stays at 
 
 night; 
 By birds which twitter gaily as they fly; 
 By skies which show a deeper blue on high 
 When dark clouds lift; by winds which roar and 
 
 rush 
 Like hurricanes for a brief space — then hush; 
 By the green blades which spring in sheltered 
 
 nooks 
 From hidden bulbs; by leaping, chattering 
 
 brooks; 
 By swelling buds of the arbutus bloom 
 On sunny fronts of mountains dark with gloom; 
 By downy willows, and by violet eyes 
 Peeping forth coyly in a glad surprise; — 
 I know the Spring has come. 
 
 II 
 
 WHAT though I wake at mom to see the 
 snow 
 Shrouding the earth with starry flakes, which 
 
 glow 
 Like jewels in the light! Even as I gaze 
 They vanish, and I stand in deep amaze 
 So sudden is their flight. Can but one glance 
 Of Spring's bright eyes the snow-stars thus 
 entrance? 
 
Eetoite 
 
 Beneath her shafts of golden light they gleam 
 An instant, then depart. A dream 
 Is not more evanescent than the snow 
 Which falls today, and by this well I know 
 The Spring, though long delayed, is surely here, 
 And with her advent life, and light, and cheer. 
 Joy, joy, the Spring has come! 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
 3Re£iurrection iWorn 
 
 AWAKE, Earth, open your eyes 
 . That have been bounden long! 
 The sun is high within the skies, 
 
 The air is sweet with song. 
 Lift up your head, would you again behold 
 The glorious light on sea, and field, and wold. 
 This resurrection morn! 
 
 AWAKE, Buds, your eyes are bright 
 ■ As the clear stars on high! 
 Hide now no longer from the light. 
 
 But glance unto the sky 
 And spread your petals wide; for lo, the sun 
 Sends forth his beams to wake you, every one, 
 This resurrection morn! 
 
3Refi(«rrection jWorn 
 
 A' 
 
 WAKE, Heart, to loving praise, 
 ^ The Spring you sought is here 
 And bids you try her sunny ways. 
 
 And listen to the cheer 
 Of singing brooks, and birds, and voices shrill 
 Which echo forth from pools with lusty will. 
 This resurrection morn! 
 
 A WAKE, Soul, no more let doubt 
 -'* And fear benumb your life. 
 For entombed Love hath put to rout 
 
 The tyrant Death, and strife 
 And sloth must cease. A holier, happier day 
 Dawns for thee. Soul; — awake, away, 
 This resurrection mom! 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
 TX7INDS once more are soft and balmy, 
 
 ^ " Wooing flowers long hidden away 
 Underneath the snows, while waiting 
 
 For the advent of this day. 
 Everywhere are sweet, glad voices 
 
 Breathing notes of melody, — 
 As if with the flight of winter 
 
 Were let loose Life's minstrelsy. 
 
 L. P. D 
 
St)a» it te Spring 
 
 THE same dear old song is sounding again 
 From hillside and valley, from thicket and 
 glen, 
 So we heed not the blustering, burly King 
 Who sets every branch on the trees aswing. 
 For he blows winter's darkness and coldness 
 
 away, 
 And ushers a fresher and sunnier day; — 
 Aha, it is Spring! 
 
 EVERY sound is a paean of hope and joy 
 Which the rivulets utter, as they decoy 
 Winter's snow and ice, and with utmost haste 
 Bear them on to the ocean's far-off waste. 
 Singing loud, as they flood the valley and plain, 
 In their wild, rough way this gay refrain; — 
 Aha, it is Spring! 
 
 AND forth from dark pools where the weird 
 croakers live 
 Come clarion voices at evening, to give 
 Their signals of joy; while bird-notes awake 
 The slumbering buds in woodland and brake. 
 The willows their downy heads bare to the 
 
 breeze. 
 And the sap rushes now to each twig on the 
 trees; — 
 
 Aha, it is Spring! 
 
^fia, it IS! ^prmg 
 
 LET not the rude tyrant, his Majesty March, 
 Chill your heart with new fears, for though 
 hierarch 
 Of the winds and the sleet, his reign must be 
 
 brief, 
 Since over one month alone he is chief. 
 The warmth and the verdure, the sunshine and 
 
 cheer 
 Are " crossing- the-line," we have nothing to 
 fear; — 
 
 Aha, it is Spring! 
 
 S, M. D. 
 
 ^ropfietfi; 
 
 LET snowflakes fall, they cannot last; 
 Let winds their bugles blow; 
 The birds have come, and what care they — 
 God's prophets — for the snow. 
 
 GO forth like them, behold the life 
 That from the earth upsprings. 
 For March is now unsealing buds, 
 And growing April-wings. 
 
 L. P. D. 
 
title Mv^ttxv of 5lirtl) 
 
 FROM chaos, through creation, came 
 A strangely wondrous birth, — 
 That sphere of rounded loveliness 
 We designate as Earth. 
 
 THE night of darkness, cloud, and storm 
 Gives birth unto a day 
 Of sunshine, and its welcome warmth. 
 Which drives all gloom away. 
 
 AND winter yields us — still we note — 
 From barrenness and cold 
 The sunny spring, mantled in green. 
 With draperies of gold. 
 
 FROM egg, and seed, and chrysalis. 
 Behold the wondrous change 
 To bird, and flower, and butterfly; — 
 Could aught else be more strange, 
 
 SAVE birth of man, who sank so low 
 Into sin's grievous state 
 The Holy Ghost gave birth to One, — 
 The Saviour Incarnate, — 
 
 WHO spake one night in Palestine 
 Words of mysterious worth 
 To Nicodemus, when was told 
 Him of the Spirit's birth. 
 
Z'bt Mv^ttxv of JBirtf) 
 
 O HALL we not make this Christ our God 
 vJ Who dwelt as man on earth, 
 Trusting that He will give to us 
 A still more glorious birth, 
 
 WHEN dawns our resurrection mom,— 
 That blessed, joyous day 
 In which heaven's angels through the clouds 
 Shall bear our souls away? 
 
 L. P. D. 
 
 Jitrtfi, ©eatft, BesJurrection 
 
 TT HE night comes on, and darkness stills 
 •■■ The voices of Judea's hills; 
 The moon its golden orb displays, 
 And stars with glory are ablaze. 
 Midnight is past, the shepherds' flocks 
 Are scattered on the barren rocks 
 As a strange sound within the sky 
 Proclaims that Angel hosts are nigh. 
 
Pittlj, ©eatft, 3&es5urrectian 
 
 " 1DEACE upon earth, good will toward men," 
 •*• Sounds overhead in wave-notes, then 
 To man is known that Christ has come, — 
 The blessed Saviour of his home, — 
 And that his Star, like glorious gem. 
 Is resting over Bethlehem; 
 With Him, Heaven's wondrous Child, in view 
 Of angel quires, beneath the blue. 
 
 HE grows unto the age of man. 
 Revealing God's mysterious plan 
 By healing those in dire distress. 
 And even the little children bless. 
 He makes the dead anew to live. 
 And His own life at last doth give 
 That man may on the Easter Day 
 Behold Him break Death's fearful sway. 
 
 COME forth, flowers, break from the sod, 
 For earth this day shall 5deld your God! 
 Come forth, Christ, that all may see 
 The grave holds not humanity! 
 Easter Day, of days most dear. 
 Drive from our hearts the grief and feai^ 
 And fill us with such life and bliss 
 We here may feel Heaven's preciousness! 
 
 L. P. D. 
 
DOWN through the deep expanse of blue, 
 And midst the cloud-strewn space, 
 There winds a path of rainbow hue 
 Unto Christ's burial place. 
 
 UNSEEN, unheard, an angel band 
 Descends this pathway bright. 
 And midst the Garden's lilies stand 
 At earliest gleam of light. 
 
 WITH raptured gaze and steadfast mien 
 These shining angels wait 
 The unfolding of the glorious scene 
 With Power supremely great, 
 
 WHEN swiftly in the rock-bound tomb 
 Their buried Lord shall break 
 The bonds of Death, and from its gloom 
 To endless life awake. 
 
 ANGELS of light, and flowers of earth 
 On Easter's blessed day 
 Bear witness to the priceless worth 
 Of Christ, the Sacred Way; 
 
 THAT Way whereby the soul may rise. 
 And join the angel throng 
 Upon the pathway of the skies. 
 In ecstasy of song. 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
 9 
 
A PALL of darkness through night lies 
 Upon the brow of earth, 
 But at day's dawning swiftly hies 
 Back to its place of birth. 
 
 AND thus the gruesomeness of night 
 Which overspreads man's tomb 
 Is lifted by a glorious Light 
 From out its pall of gloom. 
 
 FOR with the dawn of Easter Day 
 Death's darkness flees, and light 
 Enters and fills those caverns gray — 
 Light holy. Infinite. 
 
 NOR doubt, nor fear, nor scoff can fright 
 The soul that sees this Dawn, 
 Darkness forever takes its flight 
 With Death's barbed spear outdrawn. 
 
 AND in the tomb an Angel stands 
 Winged, as prepared for flight, 
 Easter Evangel, sent from strands 
 Beyond the Gates of Light. 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
JJ^tUsi a! €a£(ter 
 
 TTE bells of Easter faster swing, 
 i And, Easter bells, still louder ring, 
 For we stand by an open tomb 
 Robbed of its terror and its gloom! 
 
 SING, bells of Easter, to us sing 
 Anew of Christ the risen King, 
 That we may see Him with our eyes 
 All-glorious in the heavenly skies! 
 
 SING clearly of that Risen Lord 
 Revealed to us in God's own Word, 
 For on this Day none should be sad 
 Since even earth itself is glad! 
 
 O EASTER bells, Easter bells, 
 Your music like God's goodness wells 
 From out the dome of blue above. 
 Sounding forever His dear love ! 
 
 THEN Easter bells ring sweet and clear 
 To banish from our hearts all fear; 
 Ring, Easter bells, till near and far 
 Your music sets each tomb ajar! 
 
 L. P. D. 
 
OTifjere lilies; Ploont 
 
 WE watch and wait without the gate 
 All the long night of fear and gloom, 
 Till Christ shall rise, our Sacrifice, 
 In the Garden where lilies bloom. 
 
 O SACRED Light which follows night, 
 You lead us to an open Tomb! 
 While through the air float perfumes rare 
 In the Garden where lilies bloom. 
 
 AMIDST them One bright as the sun,— 
 A wondrous Presence, — ^fiUs the room. 
 With angels near, and earth-friends dear, 
 In the Garden where lilies bloom. 
 
 LOVE'S labor done, and victory won, 
 No shadows now around Him loom. 
 But blossoms spring and joy bells ring 
 In the Garden where lilies bloom. 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
tlTfie ^tone 3&olIeb JSitDap 
 
 WTH burial spices rare and sweet, 
 At the first soft flush of day, 
 Unto the cavern's dark retreat, 
 
 Where their Lord and Master lay, 
 Came, sad of heart and with sorrowing mien, 
 Mary, Salome, and Magdalene. 
 
 THE Morning Star shone with new grace, 
 For a wondrous Day was born. 
 And the sun arose with a brighter face 
 
 On this first glad Easter morn; 
 Yet sadly did the women say, — 
 "Who will roll for us the Stone away?" 
 
 WHILE to each other thus they spake, 
 An angel from Glory came. 
 And at his touch the rocks did quake 
 
 Till the Stone rolled from its frame; 
 Then the frightened keepers became as dead. 
 So bright was the light that round them spread. 
 
 WITH Heaven's effulgence on his face, 
 And with raiment white as snow, 
 The Angel sat in the sacred place 
 Where the Master was laid low. 
 Who as Victor over death and sin 
 Had now gone forth a world to win. 
 
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tICtiE ^tone 3RoKeb 9loap 
 
 '■p EAR not, ye women," the Angel said, 
 IT "He is risen, He is not here, 
 Behold the place where your Lord was laid; 
 
 Fear not, but draw more near, 
 Then swiftly go and proclaim this day 
 The Stone has rolled from His grave away." 
 
 O HEART of fear and unbelief, 
 Knowest thou not for thee this day 
 An angel of Light will bring relief. 
 
 And roll Doubt's stone away? 
 Enter thou in, Faith guards the place 
 Where lay your Lord, the Son of Grace. 
 
 S. M. D 
 
 A 
 
 ^Ubt €bermore 
 
 VISION was given th' Evangel Divine 
 As he worshiped the Lord on an isle of the 
 
 Shut out from the world for the love which he 
 
 bore 
 The blest Son of God, and the Gospel's strange 
 
 lore. 
 In spirit he heard a great Voice in a shrine 
 Of candlesticks golden, say, — 
 " Write what you see." 
 
 14 
 
aiibe Cbermore 
 
 AND, behold, midst the candlesticks 
 . One like the sun 
 Was seen in this vision revealed unto John! 
 Appareled in majesty, girded with gold, . 
 And his feet bright as brass in the furnace's hot 
 
 mold! 
 Seven stars were the scepter of this Glorious 
 
 One, 
 And his voice as when waters united rush on. 
 
 HIS countenance shone as the sun in its 
 might, 
 
 And the sword of his mouth was so keen that 
 deep fear 
 
 Was on the loved John, and he fell to the ground 
 
 As though he were dead, for the wonder pro- 
 found; 
 
 But the hand of the Lord raised his face to the 
 light. 
 
 And the Voice again bade that God's message 
 he hear. 
 
aiibe Cbermore 
 
 " A LPHA and Omega, the First and the Last, 
 -**• I reign over spirits that never can die; 
 And the things which now are, and the things 
 
 which shall be, 
 And what you have seen, write, — as witness of 
 
 me, — 
 Christ, the Saviour of men, the First and the 
 
 Last, — 
 The One that was dead, and now liveth for aye." 
 
 JOHN the message recorded, and thrice blest 
 
 Ji are they 
 
 10 believe in this Voice as the herald of One 
 Sent forth from God's throne, and the first to 
 
 arise 
 Triumphant o'er Death, a Saviour All- Wise. 
 Alive evermore! Shout alleluya! 
 Dominion and glory belong to God's Son. 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
Cajfter Mttmt 
 
 YE violets, roses, and lilies most fair, 
 Your soft, subtle perfume now floats on the 
 air! 
 Yet all your sweet blossoms must wither away 
 And fade from our sight with the glad Easter 
 Day. 
 
 IF offered you were as pledges of love 
 To the dear, blessed Saviour, now risen above, 
 A mission most holy is yours yet to be; — 
 For once in a dream it was whispered to me 
 
 THAT the fragrance which flowers with their 
 gentle breath shed 
 Is gathered by angels; — and the Voice softly 
 
 said 
 Is borne at the Easter afar to the sky 
 To be offered as incense in worship on High. 
 
 AND then when the songs loving mortals 
 upraise 
 Cease to roll through the air in wave-notes of 
 
 praise. 
 And the paeans are hushed of the sweet Easter 
 
 bells, — 
 As the chorus of Heaven exultingly swells, — 
 
Casfter Sncensie 
 
 THE angels to Christ their Redeemer swift 
 turn 
 And on the great Altar the sweet incense burn. 
 Soon in soft, irised clouds the perfumes arise 
 To float in the azure of Heaven's glorious skies. 
 
 BUT list then the wonder! Each sweet word 
 of cheer, 
 Faint whisper of love, low prayer, or song dear, 
 That was breathed o'er the flowers in its earth- 
 home afar 
 Shines forth on those clouds as a bright golden 
 Star. 
 
 CALL this naught but a dream, it a message 
 doth bear 
 To each one of us who God's glory would share, 
 That only those thoughts which are perfumed 
 
 with Love 
 Will shine forth as stars in the Heaven above. 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
ABOVE Jerusalem's bold, rock-bound height, 
 Where slopes the mountain to the wilderness 
 Of dark ravines and lonely barrenness, 
 
 Behold a wondrous sight! 
 For midst the blue expanse of heaven appear 
 The Angels Twain who loving watch would keep 
 Over their Lord; and with quick, downward sweep 
 Unto the earth draw near. 
 
 WHEN to Christ's sepulchre the Blessed 
 Twain 
 Approach, so glorious is the light around 
 The keepers trembling fall unto the ground 
 
 And in deep fear remain. 
 These Angels watch until the Sabbath Day 
 Has passed, and brightly dawns that new glad 
 
 morn 
 In which the grave shall at the last be shorn 
 Of its most Sacred Prey. 
 
 NOR Pilate's mob, nor crucifixion's power, 
 Nor bonds of death the Lord can longerhold 
 When backward from the tomb the stone is 
 rolled 
 
 At Resurrection hour. 
 Triumphant forth He comes; — the Angels wait 
 Within the grave till brighter shines the day, 
 That they unto the sorrowing women may 
 The glorious news relate. 
 
 19 
 
OUR graves of flesh we, too, must cast away; 
 And Angels, holy Angels, like the Twain 
 Who to the tomb of Christ the Saviour slain 
 
 Came on that Easter Day, — 
 Come ye from out your home in depths afar 
 And bear us, likewise, on your mighty wings 
 Through the great welkin that about us swings 
 To Christ, heaven's brightest Star! 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
tCriwmpfjant Hobe 
 
 SEEK not the tomb— it is the Easter Day 
 And Christ your Lord has risen; haste 
 away 
 To tell the blessed news, nor make delay 
 To sound His mighty love. 
 
 NOW that your Master's sorrows all are o'er 
 You may behold this day Heaven's open 
 door, 
 Where He, alive, shall dwell forever more 
 In God the Father's love. 
 
 O DEATH where is thy sting, thy victory 
 Grave, 
 Since through it, weak and sinful man to save, 
 Christ passed triumphantly! His all He gave. 
 Divine, yea matchless. Love. 
 
 ONLY love pure as His had power to breast 
 Sin's surging waves. A Conqueror safe and 
 blest 
 Behold your Lord this day, at Heaven's behest 
 Crowned with Triumphant Love. 
 
 S. M. D. 
 
€a£(ter JMorning 
 
 BURST, burst, Tomb, burst every sod, 
 ' You cannot hold the Living God! 
 For His the mightiest power to save, 
 And He will open every grave. 
 angels, holy angels, bring 
 Your golden harps and matins sing 
 This Easter Morn, that every one 
 Behold the Christ as God's own Son! 
 
 LET heaven and earth unite to praise 
 ' This crowning of His dying days! 
 Let joy possess each mortal soul. 
 For Love has reached its highest goal 
 Till Paradise regains the earth, 
 As in its first existent birth 
 When God with man as angel talked. 
 And in the bowers of Eden walked. 
 
 LOOK up, that you may clearly see 
 Heaven as your glorious destiny. 
 And in this Easter Tomb espy 
 Your pathway to Christ's home on high! 
 The soul of man can never crave 
 To lie forever in the grave; 
 Soar, soar on wings, Soul, above 
 To find your Christ, the Soul of Love! 
 
 L. P. 
 
Q^tiomast W^otib Co., Boston 
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