  Our souls have need of Easter— Of resurrection light, For never times were trister, Nor darker seemed the night. Our souls have need of Easter With sunrise on the tomb, For Mary has many a sister Who weeps within the gloom. Our souls have need of Easter, Its lily pure and sweet, As when the day-dawn kissed her Before the Saviour’s feet. Our souls have need of Easter, With angel heraldry, Which breaks the base and bister Seal of the Pharisee. Our souls have need of Easter, With faith more glad and strong, To be the firm resister Of untruth and the wrong. Our souls have need of Easter, Which scatter’s armÉd foe, Whose bloody spears still glister Where midnight watch-fires glow. Our souls have need of Easter, With gleams of victory O’er powers dark and sinister, And cruel tyranny. |
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