AN EASTER MEMORY
THE chime of bells across the waking yearPeals out "The White Christ risen from the dead"—The gospel that the April winds have spread,The mystery the golden-wing makes clear.The tender sky smiles over it; the airIs kind with love to comfort all the earth.The brown parks have forgotten winter's dearthSince daffodils and sunlight made them fair.But still the gray church from the crowded streetAllures me with the spell of broken dreams.O heart, my heart, to you and me it seemsThat God has left His glory incomplete.Can we not see her, as a year ago,Beyond that sunlight flaked in colored fire—The upturned face, the eyes of still desire,The dusk-gold hair that now the angels know?What means this tender April sky to her,With bells that chime against the winds of spring?Does memory move her when the blue birds sing,Or does she feel the old sweet pulses stir?The organ lays its voice across our strife.What is it that the sobbing notes would say?For you and me, my heart, another day!For her—the Resurrection and the Life!
THE chime of bells across the waking yearPeals out "The White Christ risen from the dead"—The gospel that the April winds have spread,The mystery the golden-wing makes clear.The tender sky smiles over it; the airIs kind with love to comfort all the earth.The brown parks have forgotten winter's dearthSince daffodils and sunlight made them fair.But still the gray church from the crowded streetAllures me with the spell of broken dreams.O heart, my heart, to you and me it seemsThat God has left His glory incomplete.Can we not see her, as a year ago,Beyond that sunlight flaked in colored fire—The upturned face, the eyes of still desire,The dusk-gold hair that now the angels know?What means this tender April sky to her,With bells that chime against the winds of spring?Does memory move her when the blue birds sing,Or does she feel the old sweet pulses stir?The organ lays its voice across our strife.What is it that the sobbing notes would say?For you and me, my heart, another day!For her—the Resurrection and the Life!
THE chime of bells across the waking yearPeals out "The White Christ risen from the dead"—The gospel that the April winds have spread,The mystery the golden-wing makes clear.
THE chime of bells across the waking year
Peals out "The White Christ risen from the dead"—
The gospel that the April winds have spread,
The mystery the golden-wing makes clear.
The tender sky smiles over it; the airIs kind with love to comfort all the earth.The brown parks have forgotten winter's dearthSince daffodils and sunlight made them fair.
The tender sky smiles over it; the air
Is kind with love to comfort all the earth.
The brown parks have forgotten winter's dearth
Since daffodils and sunlight made them fair.
But still the gray church from the crowded streetAllures me with the spell of broken dreams.O heart, my heart, to you and me it seemsThat God has left His glory incomplete.
But still the gray church from the crowded street
Allures me with the spell of broken dreams.
O heart, my heart, to you and me it seems
That God has left His glory incomplete.
Can we not see her, as a year ago,Beyond that sunlight flaked in colored fire—The upturned face, the eyes of still desire,The dusk-gold hair that now the angels know?
Can we not see her, as a year ago,
Beyond that sunlight flaked in colored fire—
The upturned face, the eyes of still desire,
The dusk-gold hair that now the angels know?
What means this tender April sky to her,With bells that chime against the winds of spring?Does memory move her when the blue birds sing,Or does she feel the old sweet pulses stir?
What means this tender April sky to her,
With bells that chime against the winds of spring?
Does memory move her when the blue birds sing,
Or does she feel the old sweet pulses stir?
The organ lays its voice across our strife.What is it that the sobbing notes would say?For you and me, my heart, another day!For her—the Resurrection and the Life!
The organ lays its voice across our strife.
What is it that the sobbing notes would say?
For you and me, my heart, another day!
For her—the Resurrection and the Life!