SEE the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, While the wild birds build and sing. You, to whom your Maker granted Powers to those sweet birds unknown, Use the craft by God implanted; Use the reason not your own. Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, Each his Easter tribute bring -- Work of fingers, chant of voices, Like the birds who build and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE by GEORGE ROBERT SIMS A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN A LITTLE PARABLE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD |