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Easter Day.
EASTER DAY .
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FROM POETRY OF THE SEVENTEENTH CEXTURY .
Bl" HEKEY A ' AUGHAK . Thou , Avhose sad heart and Aveeping head lyes low , Whose cloudy brcst cold damps invade , AVho never feel ' st the sun , nor smooth ' s ! thy brow , But sitt'st oppressed in the shade . . Aivake ! aAvake !
And in his Resurrection partake . AVho on this day , that thon might ' st rise as lie , Rose up , and cancell'd two deaths due to thee . Awake ! aivake ! and , like the sun , disperse All mists that would usurp this day ; Where are thy Palmesthbranchesand thy verse ?
, y , Hosanna ! heark ! why dost thou stay ? Arise ! arise ! And with his healing blood anoint thine eyes , Thy iiiAA'ard eyes ; his blood ivill cure thy mind , Whose spittle only coulcl restore the blind ,
Time's Book.
TIME'S BOOK .
11 Y THE SA . MK . As Time one day by me did paas , Through a large dusky glaase He held , I chane'd to look , And spyed his curious Book Of past days , ivhere sad Heav ' n did shed
A mourning light upon the dead . Many disordered lives I saiv , And foul records Avhich thaw My kinde eyes still , but in A fair white page of thin And ev ' n . smooth lines , like the Sun ' s ravs , Th
y name was writ , and all th y days . 0 bright and happy Kalendar ! Where youth shines like a star All pcarl'd with tears , and may Teach age the Holy AA'ay ; Where through thick pangs , high agonies , Faith into life breaks , and death dies .
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Easter Day.
EASTER DAY .
jwkiuras
FROM POETRY OF THE SEVENTEENTH CEXTURY .
Bl" HEKEY A ' AUGHAK . Thou , Avhose sad heart and Aveeping head lyes low , Whose cloudy brcst cold damps invade , AVho never feel ' st the sun , nor smooth ' s ! thy brow , But sitt'st oppressed in the shade . . Aivake ! aAvake !
And in his Resurrection partake . AVho on this day , that thon might ' st rise as lie , Rose up , and cancell'd two deaths due to thee . Awake ! aivake ! and , like the sun , disperse All mists that would usurp this day ; Where are thy Palmesthbranchesand thy verse ?
, y , Hosanna ! heark ! why dost thou stay ? Arise ! arise ! And with his healing blood anoint thine eyes , Thy iiiAA'ard eyes ; his blood ivill cure thy mind , Whose spittle only coulcl restore the blind ,
Time's Book.
TIME'S BOOK .
11 Y THE SA . MK . As Time one day by me did paas , Through a large dusky glaase He held , I chane'd to look , And spyed his curious Book Of past days , ivhere sad Heav ' n did shed
A mourning light upon the dead . Many disordered lives I saiv , And foul records Avhich thaw My kinde eyes still , but in A fair white page of thin And ev ' n . smooth lines , like the Sun ' s ravs , Th
y name was writ , and all th y days . 0 bright and happy Kalendar ! Where youth shines like a star All pcarl'd with tears , and may Teach age the Holy AA'ay ; Where through thick pangs , high agonies , Faith into life breaks , and death dies .