Oh then, how blest each festal morn,
When Christ arose, when Christ was born,
And who but loves thee, Easter-day,
Queen of old feasts, so bright, so gay,
So dear to every Christian soul,
O’er all the Earth, from pole to pole!
LXXXVI.
For Heaven comes down to Earth, in thee,
That worship may be harmony.
And years on years away have roll’d,