Note 9 — XIX.

Smile praises, O sky! Soft breathe them, O air, Below and on high, And everywhere! Awake thee, O spring! Ye flowers, come forth, With thousand hues tinting The soft green earth! Ye violets tender, And sweet roses bright, Gay Lent-lilies blended With pure lilies white. Sweep tides of rich music The new world along, And pour in full measure, Sweet lyres, your song! The black troop of storms Has yielded to calm; Tufted blossoms are peeping, And early palm. Sing, sing, for He liveth! He lives, as He said;— The Lord has arisen, Unharmed, from the dead! Clap, clap your hands, mountains! Ye valleys, resound! Leap, leap for joy, fountains! Ye hills, catch the sound! All triumph; He liveth! He lives, as He said:— The Lord has arisen, Unharmed, from the dead!