BLOW, golden trumpets, sweet and clear, Blow soft upon the perfumed air; Bid the sad earth to join your song, "To Christ does victory belong!" Oh, let the winds your message bear To every heart of grief and care; Sound through the world the joyful lay, "Our Christ has conquered Death to-day!" On cloudy wings let glad words fly Through the soft blue of echoing sky: Ring out, O trumpets, sweet and clear. "Through Death immortal Life is here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 36 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |