Waken, O world, if you would glimpse the wonder Of God's great primal plan. Open, O ears, if you would hear the thunder Hurled from the heights to man. How long shall Christ's high message be rejected? Two thousand years have passed since it was told. Must One again be born and resurrected Ere man shall grasp again the secret ages old? What, then, the miracle of Easter Day? What meant the riven tomb, the hidden Might That conquered death and rolled away the stone And brought the Master back to mortal sight? This! That throughout the worlds, One Life, unbroken— Rushes and flames in an unending vow. Death @3cannot@1 be, and never has been, spoken— God and immortal life are @3here@1 and @3now!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A LAY OF ST. GENGULPHUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |