Poems (Kimball)/"With flowers we crown His altar fair"

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

II.

With flowers we crown His altar fair,
 For Christ's own morning breaks,
And earth of Easter-tide aware
 To song and bloom awakes.

 

chorus.

The day of days is the Easter Day;
The Church puts on her white array;
For Christ hath filled the very tomb
With Easter light and Easter bloom!

His love o'er loveliest things of earth
 Symbolic beauty throws;
The Resurrection shadows forth
 In every flower that blows.
  Chorus. The day of days, etc.

These flowers their mission sweet fulfil
 And in their sweetness die;
But Easter hopes unfolding still
 Climb flower-like up the sky.
  Chorus. The day of days, etc.

O Easter Day that yet shall be,
 Whose splendors shall not fail;
Thy deathless bloom the Church shall see
 Beyond the rended veil!

chorus.

The day of days is the Easter Day;
The Church puts on her white array;
For Christ hath filled the very tomb
With Easter light and Easter bloom!