RESURRECTION!
LINCOLN. EASTER, 1865.
Once more across the Winter's gloom
The Springtime calls with balmy breath,
Shakes all the trancèd calm of death,
And bids it wake to sudden bloom;
The Springtime calls with balmy breath,
Shakes all the trancèd calm of death,
And bids it wake to sudden bloom;
Flashes across the upland slope
And on the mountain-tops unfurled
Flings out her standards to the world,—
Fit emblem of our future hope;
And on the mountain-tops unfurled
Flings out her standards to the world,—
Fit emblem of our future hope;
Woos with a long sweet summer note
From where the Southern sunshine smiles,
The minstrels of our forest aisles,
To fill the wood with tuneful throat,
From where the Southern sunshine smiles,
The minstrels of our forest aisles,
To fill the wood with tuneful throat,
And, resting on the barren plain,
Lifts her fair hands in blessing fond,
And on the waiting land beyond
Writes "Resurrexit" once again.
Lifts her fair hands in blessing fond,
And on the waiting land beyond
Writes "Resurrexit" once again.
