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The Easter Flower
(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

The Easter Flower

Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;

And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

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We often yield our hearts to the soft-scented beauties in the world around us quite forgetting that the Creator created these bits of loveliness and sprinkled them around to brighten our day