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EASTER.

Full on the morn doth rise the Easter-hymn ;

Glad words of praise this time auspicious hail Of that event beyond the years grown dim. Sweet living voices sing the wondrous tale.

The world's great miracle anew they tell, In joyous accents, pure and silver clear

The tidings marvelous exultant swell, .

With words of promise fill the listening ear.

Hark! how the thoughts inspiring buoyant rise, As unto tribes and peoples countless sung; The message known to all beneath the skies, In ancient speech or fresh-created tongue.

That story brought us from the days of old, From happy lips now falls in measured sound; That wonder unto listening nations told, From land to land wherever man is found.

Forget this day all bitterness and sin, Let pain and discord in sweet sounds expire ;

The words of Gentleness make all akin, And man and nature are one mighty choir! ALFRED LAMBOURNE.

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MM EASTER From a painting by Henry O'Neil