Break
the box and shed the nard;
Stop
not now to count the cost;
Hither
bring pearl, opal, sard;
Reck
not what the poor have lost;
Upon
Christ throw all away:
Know
ye, this is Easter Day.
Build
His church and deck His shrine,
Empty
though it be on earth;
Ye
have kept your choicest wine—
Let
it flow for heavenly mirth;
Pluck
the harp and breathe the horn:
Know
ye not ‘tis Easter morn?
Gather
gladness from the skies;
Take
a lesson from the ground;
Flowers
do ope their heavenward eyes
And
a Spring-time joy have found;
Earth
throws Winter’s robes away,
Decks
herself for Easter Day.
Beauty
now for ashes wear,
Perfumes
for the garb of woe,
Chaplets
for dishevelled hair,
Dances
for sad footsteps slow;
Open
wide your hearts that they
Let
in joy this Easter Day.
Seek
God’s house in happy throng;
Crowded
let His table be;
Mingle
praises, prayer, and song,
Singing
to the Trinity.
Henceforth
let your souls always
Make
each morn an Easter Day.
--Gerard Manley
Hopkins, Easter
He is Risen!
Happy Easter from
Our Lady of Mount Carmel!
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