Awake! awake! and, like the sun, disperse

All mists that would usurp this day;

Near hamlets obsolete from ruins round which grow

THE rainfalls drear are over: now the timid flowers
Begin to peer from leafy mantles, as the blast
Retreateth to its northern lair; and from their
bowers

Of mossy shelter trills the singing of the birds,
That hail the vernal sunshine—coo of turtle dove
And réveillé of lark, and almost spoken words
Of mavis, finch, and linnet, tremulous with love-
Eloquent emblems of the glory and the joy
That shall outburst upon the Resurrection Morn,
When the recovered life, unmixed with sin's
alloy,

(As o'er horizon's verge is cloudless radiance born,)
Shall issue from the tomb of thousand centuries,
The dust of hoary ages-mausoleums vast
And "antres" mighty,-arid desert wastes, where
flies

No wing, though once stood there proud cities of the past

From battle-fields, and catacombs, and ocean

beds,

And glacier lands, and charred extinct volcano

slopes

From steppes and prairies, whereon the red sun sheds

Its golden sheen in vain-from tracts where human hopes

And fears and energies had ceased, long, long ago

To live and move and work-from cemeteries

quaint

EASTER DAY.