Classic Poem

Now the drear storm is past, the snow is gone,
And from the brown earth peeps the violet,
And from the west, where late the dim sun set
In winter clouds with weak rays, pale and wan,
Comes light reflected of a newer dawn;
Dark days have passed since the sad Mother met
The sweet Saint John, with her dark garments wet
With precious blood shed by the Holy One:

Light in the East!—Light in the East! The sun
Up-blazes in his splendor from the gloom.
Light in the East!—and all the doubt is past,
And all earth's beauty buds,—the risen One
Has taken from our race the seal of doom,—
Sweet peace has come,—and we are free at last!