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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