Saturday, April 3, 2021
An Easter Canticle / Charles Hanson Towne
An Easter Canticle
In every trembling bud and bloom
That cleaves the earth, a flowery sword,
I see Thee come from out the tomb,
Thou risen Lord.
In every April wind that sings
Down lanes that make the heart rejoice;
Yea, in the word the wood-thrush brings,
I hear Thy voice.
Lo ! every tulip is a cup
To hold Thy morning's brimming wine;
Drink, O my soul, the wonder up
Is it not thine?
The great Lord God, invisible,
Hath roused to rapture the green grass;
Through sunlit mead and dew-drenched dell
I see Him pass.
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Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949)
from The Quiet Singer, and other poems, 1908
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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