Resurrection hope hastens hence
on bud, breeze, and blossom
grieving rynds banished in lilac scents.
Hark, the Easter Hymn rings haste
from its loveliest biding-place.
A lavish breach of winter's curt hard sword
an ardent repudiation of death's dark pall
the out-veining sun of the Christus Lord.
At the refectory of your loving-care
the transfiguration clarion sounds a call
that didicae could ne're convey nor spare.
Thus, Gospel comes ensconced in Word and Deed
and the evidence is your shimmering touch:
Christus Victor, shown in a life's sown seed.
Hark, the Easter hymn rings haste
From its loveliest biding-place
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