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TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK

And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy, and did run to bring His disciples word. St. Matthew xxviii. 8.

TO THE SNOWDROP.

Thou first-born of the year’s delight,

Pride of the dewy glade,

In vernal green and virgin white,

Thy vestal robes, array’d:

’Tis not because thy drooping form

Sinks graceful on its nest,

When chilly shades from gathering storm

Affright thy tender breast;

Nor for yon river islet wild

Beneath the willow spray,

Where, like the ringlets of a child,

Thou weav’st thy circle gay;

’Tis not for these I love thee dear —

Thy shy averted smiles

To Fancy bode a joyous year,

One of Life’s fairy isles.

They twinkle to the wintry moon,

And cheer th’ ungenial day,

And tell us, all will glisten soon

As green and bright as they.

Is there a heart that loves the spring,

Their witness can refuse?

Yet mortals doubt, when angels bring

From Heaven their Easter news:

When holy maids and matrons speak

Of Christ’s forsaken bed,

And voices, that forbid to seek

The hiving ’mid the dead,

And when they say, “Turn, wandering heart,

Thy Lord is ris’n indeed,

Let Pleasure go, put Care apart,

And to His presence speed;”

We smile in scorn: and yet we know

They early sought the tomb,

Their hearts, that now so freshly glow,

Lost in desponding gloom.

They who have sought, nor hope to find,

Wear not so bright a glance:

They, who have won their earthly mind,

Lees reverently advance.

But where in gentle spirits, fear

And joy so duly meet,

These sure have seen the angels near,

And kiss’d the Saviour’s feet.

Nor let the Pastor’s thankful eye

Their faltering tale disdain,

As on their lowly couch they lie,

Prisoners of want and pain.

O guide us, when our faithless hearts

From Thee would start aloof,

Where Patience her sweet skill imparts

Beneath some cottage roof:

Revive our dying fires, to burn

High as her anthems soar,

And of our scholars let us learn

Our own forgotten lore.

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