
See the land her Easter Keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows.
Earth with heaven above rejoices;
Fields and gardens hail the spring;
Shores and woodlands ring with voices
While the wild birds build and sing
By
Charles Kingley
(1819-75)

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