Sunday, March 27, 2016

The Easter Day poems of Christina Rossetti


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EASTER DAY
~by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Words cannot utter
   Christ his returning:
Mankind, keep jubilee,
   Strip off your mourning,
Crown with garlands,
   Set your lamps burning.

Speech is left speechless;
   Set you to singing,
Fling your hearts open wide,
   Set your bells ringing:
Christ the Chief Reaper
   Comes, His sheaf bringing.

Earth wakes her song-birds,
   Puts on her flowers,
Leads out her lambkins,
   Builds up her bowers:
This is man’s spousal day,
   Christ’s day and ours.

EASTER MORNING
~by Christina Georgina Rossetti

            1

The sun arises from the sea,
   And all around his rays is flinging,
The flowers are opening on the lea,
   The merry birds are singing.

            2

The summer breeze is rustling past,
   Sweet scents are gathering around it,
The rivulet is flowing fast,
   Beside the banks that bound it.

            3

All nature seemeth to rejoice,
   In the returning summer weather;
Let us with nature raise our voice,
   And harmonise together.

            4

But not alone for summer skies
   Shall praise unto our God be given:
This day our Saviour did arise,
   And oped the gate of heaven.

            5

To sinful man, if only he
   His errings will confess with sorrow,
Then, after earth's night-misery,
   Shall dawn a glorious morrow:

            6

A blissful bright eternity
   Bought by the rising of the Giver,
To Whom all praise, all honour be,
   For ever and for ever.

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