Poem April 11, 1903 Issue

An Easter Song

Richard Le Gallienne with contributions from T. T. Munger

In April Success.

Arise , my heart, and sing thy Easter song!
To the great anthem of returning bird,
And sweetening bud, and green, ascending blade,
Add thou thy word.
Long was the winter and the waiting long;
Heart, there were hours, indeed, thou wert afraid,—
So long the Spring delayed.

. . . . . .

Arise, my heart; yea, go thou forth and sing!
Join thou thy voice to all this music sweet
Of crowding leaf and busy, building wing,
And falling showers;
The murmur soft of little lives new-born,
The armies of the grass, the million feet
Of marching flowers.

How sweetly blows the Resurrection horn
Across the meadows, over the far hills!
In the soul's garden a new sweetness stirs,
And the heart fills.
And in and out the mind flow the soft airs.
Arise, my heart, and sing, this Easter morn;
In the year's resurrection do thy part,—
Arise, my heart!

Richard Le Gallienne.
In April Success.

There is no road to success but through a clear, strong purpose. A purpose underlies character, culture, position, attainment of whatever sort.—T. T. Munger.

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