Classic Poem

Lo , the earth again is risen,
Living, from its wintry prison;
Bring we flower and leaf and spray
To adorn our holiday!

Once again the word comes true:
Lo, he maketh all things new!
Now the dark, cold days are o'er.
Light and gladness are before.

How our hearts leap with the spring!
How our spirits soar and sing!
Light is victor over gloom,
Life triumphant o'er the tomb.

Change, then, mourning into praise,
And for dirges anthems raise!
AlLour fears and griefs shall be
Lost in immortality!