Eastertide and Springtime
From spring does Easter get its blend
In new-born life of plants and men,
And thus the two will ever trend,
While God with love the world does tend.
New life and hope in spring are seen,
As fields unfold their rugs of green
Where robins bold in songs serene
Strut forth in cheer that is supreme.
Fresh is the air with fragrant smell;
Calm are the creeks of winter swell;
And pious men will always tell
Of peace they hear in Easter’s knell.
Young crops on farms have just begun
To feel the warmth of golden sun
That sends its beams to dance and run
With little babes in play and fun.
Up from the mire of earth’s black room
White lilies rise in purest bloom
To drive away all tainted gloom
And leave on earth their sweet perfume.
Thus did our Christ from manger start
And served the role of Jesus’ part—
Thence on the cross to give His heart
In pay for sins that must depart.
So to our minds is always borne
That every man can shed his thorn
As did our Christ so bruised and torn
From earth arose on Easter morn.
—William Henry Harrison, Jr.,
820 Wyandotte St.