Easter

ALICE B. YEAGER

OH, beloved! He is risen!
Listen to this day's acclaim;
Love has never been in prison;
Love is Life—is God's own name.
Darkened human sense sees sorrow,
Sees the grief, the pall, the gloom;
It can see no glad to-morrow;
Mortal sight sees but the tomb.

But the angel of God's sending
Gives His likeness vision clear;
And the glory is unending;
Vanished now the cross, the bier.
Oh, the bliss of sight supernal,
And the sounds that reach the ear
When we sense the Life eternal,
When we know that God is here.

Long ago the Christ-mind ever
Kept its faith in God, in good;
Rock-ribbed walls e'en failed to sever
Christ from God,—Love understood.
Now we've learned the wondrous lesson;
Learned that death is but a dream;
Learned that its erstwhile oppression
Falls before the day-star's gleam.