RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION.
EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH
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A BREATH of incense in the air.
The stirring pulse of all things new.
The earth wrapped in its morning dew
Lies chill and still, faint-green and fair,
A bird on wind thrills ‘neath the sky.
I saw Spring rise and pass me by.

In mystic Dawn there walks a man:
Doubt seems a gardener passing nigh,
Faith cries “The Christ we glorify,
From Death to Life-God’s little span-”

Spring! Yearly symbol, speak His Voice
Pasts rolled away-Rejoice, Rejoice!