LIFE’S EASTER DAYS.
There ate more Easter days than the glad bells Hing out, or chanting choirs in chorus sing, Where snow white lilies all their censers swing ; When resurrected hopes burst the frail shells Which prisoned them, evolving from their cells Reviving life ; rare, radiant blossoming ; With more of joy, than all the past foretells. God gives us Easter days besprent with bloom. And when we seek our dead with tearful face, Our buried love, the friend of happier years, We find the stone is rolled from sorrow’s tomb, An angel sits in grief's accustomed place. And glorifies with faith the shrine of tears. Emma P. Seahury.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIII, 31 March 1894, Page 295
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108LIFE’S EASTER DAYS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIII, 31 March 1894, Page 295
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