Of their Easter music
I can hear the murmur,
“Suffer all the children.”
Nay, the world is dreaming!
And my seeing spirit
Trembles for its waking,
When their Saviour rises
To restore the lilies
To the outcast children.
Of their Easter music
I can hear the murmur,
“Suffer all the children.”
Nay, the world is dreaming!
And my seeing spirit
Trembles for its waking,
When their Saviour rises
To restore the lilies
To the outcast children.